 I was crying because I was tired. And they would think I was crying because of... because of Bob. And that was good. That was good. I thought we might go downtown in a police car. Instead they had a cab waiting. And they were considerate. And they drove slowly. Only they drove slowly along Broadway and I couldn't ask them not to. And I had to close my eyes to keep out the light. To hold down the memories. And that was good too.