" After a while, his father reached down and released the brake, then turned the car around and drove back to their house. Oh Mother, the drums dropped down. Oh Father, the trumpet soared. It was life in the dark playing up there. It was Reg's life playing down. You can wear your furs, you can go to church, you can own your own house, you can pray. Lord, you can pray. And you can drive so far, and then you must turn around. This far and no farther. Life and sorrow and that beat. That beat that promised anything - anything at all might come. "

― Sarah Blake , The Guest Book