her eyes came back to him when he stated , `` right now i feel about as old as i am . '' i kick him under the little table that separates us . but i wo n't believe that he 's going to be all right until he wakes up and smiles at me and calls me `` fighter . '' they did n't think about the threads from his torn pocket getting left in the camper . how could he imagine that she would for a moment enjoy his touch ? 