the secretary asked , looking down at her papers . `` what i know is how not to beat around the bush . my grandmother asks , her nose wrinkled . although some scream as they burn , the others around them do not move . this is the closest we will ever be . besides , it 's fun pissing him off . '' he keeps my hand in his and rubs his thumb over the back of my hand . `` do n't you mean your designs will bury mine ? '' 