the next two hours flew by as we all made small talk . they looked like a sleeping band , a worn out tangle of wrinkles . so help him , if he ever found the person responsible for the voice in her head he would kill her . her breath came out in short bursts . i squirmed in my seat , which ground the gun into my back , which made me cranky , and the conversation had already made me cranky . the moment she opened her purse , she remembered . 