you take life by the horns and go with it . `` well , '' said my mother , `` neither do i . with the heater on full-blast , the red four-by-four plowed through the snow . he nestled his soft head under my chin . she had to be careful with grant . in reality , it had been out here . it did not seem to have been lovers quarrel . when he remained silent , i said , `` so stop insulting me and tell me what you want in return for this information . '' 