i was no writer , by any means , but everyone volunteered me for the job since i was always scribbling in this thing . as i said , it is not the boy . gently he kissed the top of my head . i tried yelling above the noise , `` turn your jackets inside out ! '' `` no , i ca n't go down there , '' she said , overcome with sweat . he had no idea how much his words had hurt and stung me . 