These words occur after Alvin Turner
has made love with his wife.
Number three.
I'm sorry I fuss so much about those new organ D
curtains they don't seem nearly so expensive now,
filled as they are with this wild September air.
You know, if I wouldn't have to push our sheet away and put
something on, and off tomorrow wasn't a school day,
I'd wake the boys and bring them in to see it.
Priceless.