i reached for the wind but could n't grab it ; it was slick as glass , moving too fast , too full of its own fury . i needed to know i was wanted-that i was n't a baby even a mother could n't love . '' i learned something a long time ago , cotton had said . the weak green halo of my digital clock read 2:07 a.m . maybe that was the source of her nerves . i can feel all of my blood rushing to my face . of course , either option assumed that he wanted her . 