fast moving young workers were shoving carts laden with trays around , getting set up for dinner . not a single name buzzed my brain . none are as good as mine , though . to his credit , he dropped his pose , listened to me , then asked me why the devil i thought so . she groans as she touches her cheek and forehead that are more red and pink than skin . `` listen very carefully , i 'm going to ask you a series of questions . he watched me , an odd look on his face . 