i turned off the light in that room , crossed the hall , and flipped on the one in my own room , yellow and white and clean and warm , and folded down the bedspread and blanket and sheet . she had only worn it once , to my grandmothers funeral service . he gives a warm laugh , shaking his head . the next sound was an honest-to-god roar that sent shivers through me . flame was my element , but i knew at least one other trick . we ca n't predict what he 'd do . 