having a hard time dealing with the loss of your sister ? i stopped talking , suddenly wondering if i was n't doing more harm than good . sharpness tore into me like a million little fishing hooks , all snagging my insides at once . he reaches down into his back pocket , which is on the floor with the rest of his pants , and asks , `` how much was that again ? '' `` careful what you suggest , '' he said . `` did they have a boy or a girl ? '' 