i rested my arms on his knees and tilted my head back to lay it against his shoulder , and suddenly , between one breath and the next , i was completely contented . hes anxious to get back to the cellar . i rolled my eyes , wishing he 'd leave me alone , but knowing that was n't his style . `` i hope like hell i do n't have kids like them . '' which is , i guess , good news and bad news . who else would dare speak to you like i do ? 