“As I sat in my room, trying to concentrate on the third act of Macbeth, I was really listening for my truck. I would have thought, even over the pounding rain, I could have heard the engine’s roar.” p110
“I grabbed my bathroom bag. (…) The shower didn’t last nearly as long as I hoped it would, though. Even taking the time to blow-dry my hair, (…) Wrapped in a towel, I crossed back to my room. (…) I went to look out my window (…) I dressed slowly in my most comfy sweats and then made my bed (…) I ate slowly, chewing each bite with care.” p132
