“To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon. -Mr. Vonnegut”
“To whom it may concern: I’m not involved. Honest. Hugs, Becca.”
“going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.”
“He sat by a gray window in the gray light in an abandoned house in the late afternoon and read old newspapers while the boy slept. The curious news. The quaint concerns.”
“the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...”
“This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.”