His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. He laid her on their old bed and kissed her from head to toe.