he got to his door and went in . i finally put everything away , focused on a few resolutions . i felt a sharp slap across my face . he reached toward me , but i smacked his hands . she looked up at the screen and thought about the zombie movies her brother used to make her watch . what cora said was true enough . he was carrying his own rod , the one with the fancy spinning reel from monkey ward . as he sat on the bed to tie his shoes , his cell phone rang . 