`` do n't worry about me , '' i said , already backing up . theres nothing i can do about that now . could see the faint tendrils rising from his body in the bright light . the yolk would turn his paint yellow , and he wanted a pure white color . but she had never thought warm milk . he had to set things straight between them or the rest of the summer would suck in so many ways . they think they understand this monster in me , the monster in all of us . 