he 'd wanted her , wanted her desperately . `` sure , anna , '' she said , feeling guilty the way she was thinking about her friend . `` i 'm not the one with the memory problem . and i keep hitting because i 'm f**king mad at her . soon , they were both digging in and going over the mess of papers in front of them . she was only ten blocks from her mother 's new home . his voice was precise with command . `` but you wo n't let me touch you . '' 