the wind had picked up over the past couple of days , bringing with it the clean scent of frost . who was the blonde woman in the picture ? it could n't come at a better time . sometimes his wifes humor was as bad as his own . she looks up at me , all sad and broken for confirmation . he was as random as always . peter put his fingers to his mouth , his eyes getting all shiny . `` the hunters killed my mother , '' she said . maybe weve been trying too hard . 