my mother said , as if she had a perfect right to ask . a rear-ending as a fitting close to his journey of almost twenty-four hours . she smiled , squeezed my hand in hers and straightened , letting me go . otherwise , they would likely have been destroyed . the look she gives him is so heated it could set ice on fire . she smiled back , but i could tell she did n't really believe me . she was yanked back to the lightning and , desperate , she kicked out , hitting him in the chest . 