Another man wandered past, on his evening stroll or constitutional, and he stopped to say hello as the woman, departing with Cinnabon, said goodbye to all of us, so that now I was standing in the driveway with the owner of the house and with this other man, a neighbor from somewhere up the hill, and the three of us lingered there, watching the colors change on the mountains in the distance, and commenting on whatever occurred to us, by which I mean whatever we happened to think of in response to what one of the others of us had said.