foam , from the dropped can of beer , had spread quickly across the worn kitchen floor ; frank had almost slipped in it and lost his balance as he lunged for peter 's legs . smoke rose from her scalp : white wisps of hair surrounding her head . you see , i was quite hoping you would be sleeping , so i could do my job without being disturbed . i had n't thought about her or worried about her as much as i should have . in a few years you can hunt spider down and kill him in my memory . 