the weeds and burrs stuck to their dark sweatshirts . 'did any of you talk about destroying it , ' i said . sitting down on the bed , with her heart like a stone in her chest , she dialed the number . he turned and looked in our direction . anyone who ever met her knew that . ' she wished that she had the box so she could see the picture . one of the wolves shifted back to a mostly human head and stood up . you think it might feel good ? '' 