she wasnt even it , he dropped back into his fathers chair . he wired the white star office that he was greatly upset by loss of titanic . she 'd wanted it so badly he 'd spent the money even though it meant they 'd probably go hungry the next week . the street was busy but not crowded on this late september afternoon . i kicked my legs over the side of the bed , i stormed toward the door . it was amazing the man could still see in this fading light . 