“Babe you know I would never do that, you know I love you Laura—” Rapping at the door, he stared at the sconce in the vestibule and its metal ribs and its bleary orange heart. “Laura you gotta listen to me, you gotta hear me out—just listen to me Laura!” Roaring at the door, he stared at the sconce in the vestibule and despised it. “I love you Laura, you know I’ll never do it again ‘cause I love you Laura!” Panting at the door, he stared at the sconce in the vestibule and could scarcely remember what he’d done.