All the night the wind ruined up the pumpkin patch and all that day old tennis balls all silk clued their catches and I was in a sleeping back on the hall floor of the Patterson's and I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me Caroline on the telephone a sugar so tanned in the sun the look on her face is priceless on the hall floor of the Patterson's not sleeping in a sleeping back and I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me Caroline on the telephone a sugar so tanned in the sun startling the cat with a struck match the phone pressed tight against her ear like a sea shell cigar smoke shadow on a blood ripped wall lipstick stains and the telephone calls and I was in a sleeping back at the Patterson's in the hall and I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me I could hear the telephone three floors above me