carrying her mug , she paced the area in front of the sofa . his head snapped to look at me as i sipped my juice . it must have been a rhetorical question , because the man didnt wait for a response . their faces were shadowed , their shoulders close together . um , my mother passed away from cancer when i was thirteen . there wasnt any glass , curtains or shutters , or anything else that i could see , covering the openings . 