the last book I ever read (The Hours: A Novel by Michael Cunningham, excerpt eight)

from The Hours: A Novel by Michael Cunningham:

“I guess I’ll see you tonight,” Walter says.

“Mm-hm,” Sally answers. Who invited Walter?

“How is Richard,” Walter asks. He ducks his head awkwardly, reverently, pointing the bill of his cap down toward the cigarette butts and gray circles of chewing gum, the wadded wrapper which, Sally can’t help noticing, is from a Quarter Pounder. She’s never had a Quarter Pounder.

The light changes. They cross.