Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
The restaurant was shaped like a big bottle, though squatter than a real bottle, and on its cap was a revolving figure of a grinning boy holding a hamburger aloft. (6)
They went up through the maze of parked and cruising cars to the bright-lit, fly-infested restaurant, their faces pleased and expectant as if they were entering a sacred building that loomed up out of the night to give them what haven and blessing they yearned for. (6)
[Connie and her friend] listened to the music that made everything so good: the music that was always in the background, like music at a church service, it was something to depend upon. (6)