his fingers swiped at the crumbs on her skirt . what , he asked himself , would he write ? then i sent my glasses to find you . '' i dont hate him yet , but i have a good imagination . `` the things he does with that tongue . '' jess found himself juggling several things first keeping his body moving and controlling elizabeths trolley . his head was beside the loosened wire which was partly covered by the blanket . i was afraid to speak , afraid to get up again in case he asked awkward questions . 