we 'd all tell stories about graham and treat them like facts , or glean small facts and turn them into stories . that would make some sense , given what she 'd seen . a frozen grin was rising on his fat round face . it was a weird feeling for him , and also an embarrassing one . her heart had already been ripped raw ; she could say no more . what if they do n't care about us ? '' if he didnt show they could shut it down . 