What Waiting Really Means is about emergencies that never reach the
emergency room. It's about a woman named Mary with no last name who
rides buses and smokes cigars and watches the wind blow her bedroom
curtains into a frenzy. It's about cities: Detroit, New York and
Atlanta. About older men. The kind who will hold you. And killers. And
the boundaries they look for. The narrator is sure of one thing: Men who
wear Brooks Brothers suits and pretend to read books are a step backward
and not far enough back, at that. She's better off with her cigars at
the Majestic Grill waiting while the rain beats on the windows.