noon
All that evening he scarcely spoke . That night he dreamed again of his father 's broken body and dying face against the golden August fields . All the next day as he sweated on the drill , the futile questionings of his childhood were with him . At noon , Sara eyed him across the shining surface of a Child 's restaurant table . Each noon they devoured a quarter of their day 's wages in roast beef and baked apples . `` Are you sore at me , Still ? '' asked Sara .