'it 's too late , ' i whisper as bravely as i can . he 'd lost a shoe , and helpful parties were trying to pick the feathers off him . we then decide to talk after while about plans for tonight . she 'd hurt him and he was striking back , telling her there was someone else in his life . i needed to wrap my arms around him , to whisper in his ear how he drove me crazy . im going to have to be clever , at seventy-nine years old . 