7PM
`` I can probably stall them for a couple hours more . Feel free to make a call or whatever , too . '' Doc Szandor 's a good egg . Father Ferlenghetti showed up at Art 's Gran 's at 7PM , just as the sun began to set over the lake , and Art and he shared lemonade on Gran 's sunporch and watched as the waves on Lake Ontario turned harshly golden . `` So , Arthur , tell me , what are you doing with your life ? '' the Father said . He had grown exquisitely aged , almost translucent , since Art had seen him last .