the real patchwork quilt that is our nation . `` i don't- '' `` want anything from me , '' i say , finishing her thought . *** we walked to our car , which was parked , on the third floor of the parking garage . however , you have n't answered my question . she laughed again , then said , call me when you are all leaving to pick me up . i was out the door and running the few steps over to mine before she could say anything else . 