there was one , three years ago , after well-meaning friends had insisted she had to 'move on ' . but he could n't help asking , `` was she crying ? '' i stepped over to the windows and threw back the curtains . a bus stopped in front of her , its brakes whining from wear . i had enough contacts to make such things easily seen to so i was n't too worried about red tape . the holiday weekend passed and another week started . `` do n't make me move on yet . 