he thought of boots , who was little and could n't yet open a door . she leaned her cheek against his shoulder and he could feel the rush of air from her lungs sweeping across his skin . crossing the room cautiously , he paused each time the broken glass crunched beneath his shoes , afraid the sound might be the floor giving way beneath him . yeah , i can see them , they do look old . how the f**k do you keep one , though ? '' so someone cuts their throats and throws them in a river . 