i wonder why he would want lily dead though . `` and how are we going to get out of here ? '' he carefully carried the small thing to the front porch and laid it down on an old rug . he paused , his fingers upon the little book , to flick his eyes at her , and she saw them soften . she had some thoughts about the days past , the days ahead , and what they all meant to her . `` right , then , '' he said , trying to keep the squeak out of his voice . 