[With his hands behind his back, dressed in his customary black but in the cut of what the casual wear for those in the 1950's would wear in the late spring, early summer, he stops to regard the music. His hands were hurting from his regain of his scars on his hands that finally stopped bleeding. He listened to the music and closed his eyes. The tune sounded depressing but very appropriate from the morale of the inhabitants of Mayfield.]