Harry’s boy is being fed, this home is happier than his, he glides a pace backwards over the cement and rewalks the silent strip of grass.
His acts take on decisive haste. In darkness he goes down another block of Jackson. He cuts up Joseph Street, runs a block, strides another, and comes within sight of his car, its grid grinning at him, parked the wrong way on this side of the street. (1.20)
One compelling aspect here requires us to go back several pages and examine Rabbit’s memories of growing up in this burrow. It’s different from his life with Janice for sure – there is no indication (let us know if we missed something!) that either of Rabbit’s parents were alcoholics. On the other hand, that same sense of fear, of pettiness, of cramped (though not disorganized) angst ridden living is palpable in his memories. His childhood home mirrors and contrasts his adult "home" – it strengthens his resolve to run from both it and his life with Janice and Nelson.