it 's me and the sheets and the cool morning air . then i remember what i learned in school in first or second grade . i do n't like it , but i accept that he 's gone . '' once , she 'd been his first reader on everything . i asked him how fast he was driving when our car went by . there the ceiling was so low that we were almost bent double as we made our way along , both conscious of what might be lurking within this thousands-of-years-old structure , what surprises might lie in store . 