he teases me as he moves me to face him . he 'd even been in prison-twice . flashes of light pulse beyond his closed lids , and the echo of his name rings through the air in panicked voices , but he ca n't gather the strength to open his eyes . he turned to a thief behind him . there was no reason to expect a break-in . every time he fell , he pushed himself up and kept going . he kept his arm firmly around my shoulders . 