we all gathered around the window and watched the purple cube melt . the thing is , phoebe thought , i dont feel comfortable anywhere . there is a waiter here to greet us . she was wearing your hat , too . grace started to blink , and her mouth - the corners were moving . i didnt mean to interrupt him , but i wanted to understand . `` you can not be angry over such an observation , '' she rushed to say. he might never see her again . i said , my voice creeping higher with panic . 