Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
Connie couldn't help but look back at the darkened shopping plaza with its big empty parking lot and its signs that were faded and ghostly now, and over at the drive-in restaurant where cars were circling tirelessly. She couldn't hear the music at this distance. (10)
The asbestos "ranch house" that was now three years old startled her – it looked small. (12)
[Connie] listened for an hour and a half to a program called XYZ Sunday Jamboree, record after record of hard, fast, shrieking songs she sang along with, interspersed by exclamations from "Bobby King": "An' look here, you girls at Napoleon's – Son and Charley want you to play real close attention to this song coming up!" (13)