why do we always have to be someone else 's knives ? what promise had they made to that strange , fragile , beautiful , little woman ? 'is that why you want a private wedding , tess ? either way , it could be bad for me . i want to see him again , as soon as possible . '' gowns , dresses , shirts , pants , all in sizes far too small for my figure , hung in neat rows separated by color and type . what if i did something like that to her ? 