i thought of her making bread , of the curl lying across her forehead and just touching her eyebrow , of her standing there in the strong morning sunlight , and the terror swept over me again , but not for myself this time . what did he have left to lose ? this was the time he liked the best . see if you can get something else out of her . '' `` you really do look out for him . '' he wanted her to want his touch . i dont wan na be alone here a week . 