they were both mad as hell-at each other , at her , but mostly at clay , who was leaving them all in the dust . i ran straight into someone as i did , my tray of remaining drinks crashing into them , turning their clothes into a soggy mess . there was no sign of dean . `` i noticed this morning that it 's getting difficult to zip up my pants . but there were so many other parts-some of them almost unused-that were beautiful and strong and whole . they did n't care about him , so why should he ? 