it was getting dark.
the setting sun cast long rays over the scurrying commuters,
tired and grim-faced,
women loaded down with bundles and packages, student,
swarming home from the university,
mixing with clerks and businessmen and drab secretaries.
he stopped his Packard for a red light and then started it up again.
the store had been open without him;
he'd arrive just in time to spell the help for dinner,
go over the records of the day,
maybe even close a couple of sales himself.
He drove slowly past the small square of green in the center of the street, the ton park.