then , i called on the air , drawing it to me and forcing it to blast away from my body . she cries out , beating her fists against my chest as hard as she can . she wanted to throw it on the floor . she taught the girls to write . it 's a silence that says all the right things at all the right moments . `` if you do n't shift again , you 're pulling double duty in the kitchens for the next week . '' 