five minutes to five
Joe worked the rest of the day , out of habit , but he did not sleep well . He was half an hour early at the Moana , wearing his best blue aloha shirt , his mustache trimmed , his fingers drumming on the bar . Gilbert brought him a Glenlivet and left him alone . At five minutes to five , Daisy walked out of the hotel and down the wide steps . He knew her first by her walk , tall and careful , and then , as she approached , by her face which was fuller , more deeply lined , but still good humored and direct . They embraced beneath the banyan . She fit in his arms and against his shoulder as comfortably as ever .