then i listened to my girls calling `` poyah '' to me as they rushed into the tent dragging the bath and i heard the tinkling silverware which meant breakfast was soon to be served as the rest of this morning washed over me : lahn 's mouth on mine ; my husband sharing his most precious possession with me ; him telling me i was beautiful and he did n't like other men watching me ; his thinking of me when he needed to be painted and still thinking of me when he washed it off , doing so without breaking his promise ; and just how much i liked his hair down and how much more i liked to hear him laugh .