yes , wait for the number eight bus there . the walls came tumbling down , ripping my heart out as i was left to see that he was n't on the road to healing . they all cheered as jordan descended the stairs into the main cabin . `` my nose is crooked , '' she said , matter-of-fact . he wrote his own card , and he did it right . i looked on the floor and under the end table . his voice was just a hint above a whisper . 