he felt the soft touch of the sun on his face , the breeze that kept the bugs away , and the taste of food in his mouth . my old friend , mary grace , and i had gone through grade school , middle school , high school and then to a good catholic college together . they were almost as much into talking as they were into protesting . pressing my back to his chest , he spun me to face him . but he finally set his tools aside and turned to face her . 