it looked to be late evening . no wonder her father had been murdered . her skin was warm , the short hair at her nape like silk . `` and when you live up here-especially alone-you have to expect to take care of a lot of things most people do n't worry about ... what are you smiling at ? '' she catches my expression and laughs . again , he yells to the men , move ! `` i was thinking of you , of course . 