I would leave the place tomorrow with never a backward glance. 
So I laughed and brushed past him out of the 
Room with my spoon and plate still in my 
Hands. you're a little tense, '...look at your 
Hands.' 'but why do you leave me here, 
Here's where one goes to have a real good 
Time.' he said: 'my dear', just after I had 
Finished my meal out there on the hallway. 
Well well, not today. you're a little tense. 
Look at your hands from across the hall. 'got to make a call...'