though he 'd sure as hell like to know what happened between the bottom of the bottle and the side of the road . still crying , she shook her head . the death-whisper in that scarf was very strong , swelling in her chest and boiling over in a red tide . i do n't know how , but it 's a fantasy , and you did it really fast . there was something about her expression that said she was n't having as much fun as she was pretending to . 