in later years , long after she stopped thinking about derry at all , she would see a man sitting on the bus or maybe standing on a comer with his dinnerbucket in his hand , shapes , oh shapes of men , sometimes seen as day closed down , sometimes seen across watertower square in the noonlight of a clear windy autumn day , shapes of men , rules of men , desires of men : or tom , so like her father when he took off his shirt and stood slightly slumped in front of the bathroom mirror to shave .