battery cables , hoses , spark-plug wires , the gas-line- he stood there with sweat running down the sides of his face and freezing on his cheeks . `` um ... '' his arm gave me a squeeze , `` kites ? '' and whoever it was wore the same watch . '' that much is part of public history . `` come on , boys , let 's all sit down and pretend that we like each other . '' a sweet smile presses from her lips . hesitant , she quizzed , is everything okay ? 