you smell like stale smoke and whiskey . '' this bomb will be the best yet . '' my father - she hesitated then continued . as if he were a kitten pawing at a string and hissing . heart hammering against my ribs , i spun and ran . amber rocked , tears streaming down her face . i relax and breathe in the air blowing through the window . jack went for a cigarette from his pocket , but came up short . 