chris , it 's chris ; what 's wrong with you ? you , me and al will remain here . she asked her father in a hoarse whisper . he remembers i hate being laughed at-and i hate that he remembers . he asked , surprising himself that he made the inquiry . good lord , you really are that stupid . she did n't want him to leave for some reason . coming back here was always a bad idea . it wasnt the other way around ? # # it is the rain that wakes her . 