`` my hands still hurt , '' she said , and this was true ... but did they hurt as badly ? but you 're made a meat , an ' what do you eat ? ' he pushed his shades up , like he was catching the mask before it fell away . she turned toward her twelve-year-old son . 'i 'm on my way right now , spence . you were wise to notice everyone burning . how is a woman supposed to live with that ? but the truth is i miss my dad every day , too . 