`` it is a small town , donna , '' i reminded her . how many other times had she tried to contact him when he could n't be reached ? up the stairs , seek out those dry coffee cups , forgotten jumpers , and grubby newspapers . could you get me some of those ? '' `` you definitely have my permission , '' i breathed , leaning toward him again . another put forth that he had fallen in love with a woman who lived there . they want the token native face . 