after our fight the night before , she might not have cared to hear me mention our childish dreams , especially considering that they represented exactly the desires in me she viewed as being so cowardlypeace , isolation , a voluntary removal of ourselves from the war of tyre versus adam , don versus whomever , us versus thembut it always brought a smile to her face when we talked about it , and it was the old smile , the one that made her cheeks turn to rosy plums and her blue eyes glow .