two in the
morning
East-Coast pizza . Flat Boston twangs . The coeds rushing through Harvard Square and oh , maybe a side trip to New York , maybe another up to Toronto and a roti at one of the halal Guyanese places on Queen Street . He levered himself painfully out of bed and hobbled to the living room , where Linda was arguing with a taxi dispatcher over her comm , trying to get them to send out a cab at two in the morning . `` Come on , '' Art said . `` Hang that up . Let 's talk about this . ''