there 's telling , like spinning a tale , making up stories . one lone , dark figure , however , sat near the meat , overlooking it . i sit up and look around , only to be startled by a woman sitting in the chair next to the bed . my gaze drifted across from me . how could he know anything about her job satisfaction ? `` m-my ... s-sister ... '' he dragged her toward the dock . i did n't want to care , and i did n't want to remember . 