beside me , nimble gasped , the violence in his swing frightening her . and he had a little of the talent himself , although he had never understood it , or used it for anything more than sex . i lost my wife and my daughter . she made it her mission that morning to help him take his mind off it . my neck still hurts from being on the couch . pippin was standing studying the sky and weather . or at least his hazel eyes . `` c'mere , c'mere , '' he said , pulling at her waist . 