he tightened his hold and pulled her closer , his right hand resting on the small of her back while the left remained upon her shoulder . he reached out his hand ... feathers . i immediately bent one out of shape , stuck the end into the box 's key hole and set to work trying to pick it . but ... but thats not my dad . she was looking at him funny . she thought about picking up the phone and calling someone , but who ? i also didnt need to walk in on someone who might still be there . 