there was a photographer outside her house . why not just use your mothers name ? a deep , longing feeling in his gut told him it belonged to a human . did i tell her that would be okay ? at least then , he would have a chance . he patted my hand with his free one . when had she come up with that ? she wanted to be back at a decent hour tonight . i could n't tell him these tears were because i 'd become a rich guys dirty little secret . 