there 's this moment now where it feels like i could start asking her stuff , like now she 's talking , i could just hit her with every asking i can think of about who she is , where she 's from , what happened , and them askings are all over my noise , flying at her like pellets , but there 's so much stuff wanting to come outta my mouth that nothing is and so my mouth do n't move and she 's holding her bag over her shoulder and looking at the ground and then she 's walking past me , past manchee , on up the trail .