“I can
’
t
talk
r
ight
n
o
w,”
G
a
rre
tt
sai
d
,
a
dd
ing
a
b
o
ttle
o
f
pain
re
li
e
v
e
r
t
o
the
t
r
ay
as
if that w
o
u
ld
h
e
lp.
“I
j
u
st
n
ee
d
a
m
o
m
e
nt,
G
a
rre
tt.
I
want
e
d
to
make
s
ur
e
we
w
er
e
o
k
ay
f
r
o
m
e
a
r
li
er
?
I
miss
y
o
u
and
y
o
u
k
n
o
w I
f
ee
l
l
ike
y
o
u’r
e
o
ne
o
f my—”
“I
k
n
o
w, it
’
s
f
i
n
e
,
K
e
lly. R
e
ally.
I’
m
n
o
t
u
ps
e
t.
I’
m j
u
st
bu
sy.”
S
o
m
e
wh
e
r
e
u
pstai
r
s
L
iv
ma
d
e
h
e
r fi
r
st
n
o
ise
o
f
the night.
A
dee
p,
s
o
bb
ing
kind
o
f h
o
wl.
I
t
was
the
s
o
u
nd that
n
o
h
u
man
th
r
o
at
s
h
o
u
ld
m
a
ke
and it
s
o
u
n
de
d
l
i
ke
u
na
du
lt
e
r
at
e
d
a
g
o
ny.
“What
was
that?”
She
kn
e
w
t
h
o
u
gh.
He
c
o
u
ld
h
e
ar
it
i
n
h
e
r
v
o
ic
e
.
He
h
u
ng
his h
e
ad
and
t
r
i
e
d
to
g
e
t
h
is sha
k
ing v
o
ice
to
be
hav
e
.
“
N
o
thing.
I
t
’
s
the
T
V
.
S
o
me
Hall
o
w
ee
n
m
o
vi
e
.”
E
v
e
n
as he
said
it, he
kn
e
w
that K
e
lly
w
o
u
ld
call
bu
llshit.
T
h
e
y
k
n
e
w
the
s
o
u
nd
o
f
th
e
ir
o
wn
and
th
e
n
kn
e
w
the
s
o
u
nd
o
f a cha
n
g
e
ling in pain.
“What
d
id
y
o
u
d
o
,
G
a
rre
t
t?” “
N
o
thing.
I
t was j
u
st—”
“Did
y
o
u change
h
er
?
D
id
y
o
u
b
ite
h
er
?
Ar
e
y
o
u t
r
ying
to
n
ur
se
h
e
r al
o
n
e
?”
H
e
r v
o
ice
w
e
nt
l
o
w
e
r
with
e
ach
q
ue
sti
o
n.
A
dee
p
vi
br
ating
n
o
te
j
o
in
e
d
h
e
r
n
o
r
mal t
o
n
e
.
She was w
o
rr
i
e
d
and
h
e
r
animal was
s
h
o
wing.
“
I
…y
e
s.
She
want
e
d
me to
a
nd
I’
ve
had this…
s
hit,
t
h
is
ur
ge
since
d
ay
o
ne
a
nd
it
all g
o
t
the
be
tt
e
r
o
f
m
e
.
A
nd
th
ere’
s
n
o
th
i
ng
I
can
d
o
a
b
o
u
t
it
n
o
w,
K
e
lly.
N
o
t
o
ne g
o
dd
amn thi
n
g
bu
t
b
e
th
er
e
f
o
r
h
e
r
and
h
e
lp h
er
.
I
can
’
t
l
e
t h
e
r
b
e
a
l
o
n
e
.”
A
l
o
ng
hi
g
h
c
r
y
e
ch
o
e
d
f
r
o
m
u
pstai
r
s.
T
his
o
ne
v
er
y
m
u
ch
the
s
o
u
nd
o
f
a h
u
man w
o
man t
err
ifi
ed
.
“
G
a
rre
t
t,
y
o
u
can
’
t—”
He h
u
ng
u
p
the
p
h
o
ne
m
u
tt
er
ing,
s
o
rr
y,
s
o
rr
y
a
nd
t
oo
k
the st
e
ps
t
w
o
at
a
tim
e
.
Mu
ch
l
i
ke
e
a
r
li
e
r
in
the
n
ight
wh
e
n h
e’
d
h
e
a
de
d
t
o
wa
r
d
a wa
r
m,
w
e
t
w
o
man and
a
h
o
t s
h
o
w
er
.
What the
h
e
ll had
happ
e
n
ed
,
he
w
o
n
de
r
ed
.
She
g
la
re
d
at
h
im
wh
e
n
he
e
nt
e
r
ed
,
e
y
e
s
glas
s
y
with
f
e
v
er
,
m
o
u
th
m
o
v
i
ng
bu
t
no s
o
u
nd c
o
mi
n
g
o
u
t.
She
th
r
ash
e
d
t
o
face
him
bu
t
j
u
st
as
q
u
ickly
r
o
ll
e
d to
h
e
r
b
ack.
H
e
r
b
o
d
y
b
o
w
e
d
as
if
ca
u
ght
in
the m
o
th
e
r
o
f
all
m
u
scl
e
s
spa
s
ms—
be
ca
u
s
e
it
was—and she
r
o
ll
e
d
r
ight.
G
a
rre
tt
k
n
e
w
she
was t
r
ying
t
o
find
a c
o
m
f
o
r
ta
b
le
p
o
sit
i
o
n. He
kn
e
w
f
r
o
m wa
t
ching
s
e
v
er
al
passag
e
s
f
r
o
m
h
u
man
to
mix
that
th
er
e
was
n
o
s
u
ch
thing.
T
h
er
e w
o
u
ld
b
e
no
c
o
mf
o
r
t f
o
r
L
iv
u
ntil
the
change
was
d
o
n
e
.
“
I’
m
s
o
rr
y,”
he said
m
o
r
e
t
o
h
i
ms
e
lf
than
h
er
.
Bu
t
h
e
r
e
a
r
s,
al
re
a
d
y
t
u
ning into high
e
r
re
gist
er
s
and
s
o
ft
e
r
s
o
u
n
d
s,
pick
e
d
it
u
p.
S
he
twist
e
d
his way again, h
e
r
face
a
b
iza
rr
e
mix
o
f
u
n
der
stan
d
ing
and ang
er
.
She
re
ach
e
d
f
o
r him.
G
a
rre
tt
al
m
o
st
c
o
u
l
d
n
’
t take
h
e
r
han
d
.
He
f
e
lt
l
i
ke
it
was s
o
m
e
thing he
no
l
o
ng
e
r
de
s
er
v
e
d
bu
t
she
k
e
pt
re
aching
and
he
c
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
de
ny h
er
.