I would leave the place tomorrow with never a backward glance.
So I laughed and brushed past him out of the
Room with my spoon and plate still in my
Hands. You're a little tense, "...look at your
Hands." "But why do you leave me here,
Here's where one goes to have a real good
Time." He said: "my dear", just after I had
Finished my meal out there on the hallway.
Well well, not today. You're a little tense.
Look at your hands from across the hall. "Got to make a call..."