i could n't reach the large gold-framed canvas over the fireplace without a ladder and some help . he could feel the wounds , itching with pain . he loaded the suitcases into the truck , then came back for her . he looked stiff and lonely , as if he 'd been there all day . he had left a trail of blood . with van still standing at my side , i reached over and touched my mother 's cold hands . the man charged straight at the collie . if silence wanted to know , she 'd have to promise . 