`` it 's not your fault , and she knows it . unbuttoning his suit jacket , mark tugged up the legs of his slacks and sat on the sofa . as we talked , a tall form approached us . if we get done early enough , we could go tonight . '' despite the fire , the room was chilly , but my cheeks bloomed with heat . and do it quickly , no fucking around . ivy carefully lifted the glass box from the typewriter , setting it to the side . it was in the newspaper , actually . 