franklin standing over me and i am bloody and black-eyed and crying and everyone 's laughing at me , all of them as usual but you 're there , you 're there , too , gen , and you look down at me and your face is screwed up like an old , heat-shrunk pumpkin and your mouth is open and it 's twisted into that same look of malice i have gotten so good at carving and i see , i see , genevieve , not the moon in your eyes , not the orange .