It goes out , and the far corner of the lot settles into the regular darkness . The back seat of the car is cluttered with blankets and shoes and tents , a purse he ca n't figure out the owner of , and a box of napkins that 's still full but ripped apart , crushed under the weight of all the junk . Ivy has draped herself over the pile of junk , and stares out the window of the car , drawing aimless lines into the dust and she wonders how he can see out of the window , with the patina of grease and dust and the milky tint of age that 's crept into the glass . " Why have n't you ever washed this thing ? " " I do n't see the point .

A: Why do they not wash their car ?

Ai n't no my business , I said . Yeah , but he 's yours , he said purposefully . When we got ino the car , we started talking about other things that was n't in anyway related to you . But I want to talk about music to someone , anyone , and how music is really you . And when I hear the drums come on , crashing down as tempo beats , it all comes back to me .

A: What is the narrator 's favorite topic of conversation ?

In our quest , we got an idea of what kind of town Seward might be . The diner Tom wanted to go to closed at 7.30 , just as the town was filling with evening revelers for the pre - July 4th festivities . The next restaurant had a 45 minute wait for a table . The next did Greek and Italian food ( no chance ) , the next fish restaurant was closed for the evening .

A: What may be the reason for their struggle to find a restaurant ?

But I also know they want me to be happy , and , obviously , vice versa . When I got home , I called and we talked for another long while , and I know she was worried that I would be upset with what she 'd said . I was , in a way , but not with her , with me , with my lack of answers .

A:
What is to occur next between the narrator and their love ?