the second time , two weeks ago , had been more interesting . i still drag her back into bed when she follows me upstairs to brush her teeth , but i have n't even successfully gotten my hand into her pants when she stops me cold by pushing away from me . like i want to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and just stare at everything . an owl watched him through the summer months . but i killed my own to save you . he extended his hand across the cab . 