Iwent inside then and in a moment he was gone. i watched him from my window as he went down the street. he was whistling softly and i waited until the sound faded away so i couldn't tell if it was he or my heart whistling out there in the night. and then he was gone, completely gone. i shivered. somehow the darkness seemed changed. the stars were little hard chips of light far up in the sky and the moon stared down with a sullen yellow glare. the air was tense with sudden cold and a gust of wind swirled his footprints into white oblivion. everything was quiet. but he'd said, "i'll call you." that's what he said—"i'll call you." i couldn't sleep all night. this excerpt from daly's "sixteen" conveys a tone. complacent forlorn gloomy apprehensive