grabbing a handful of material near the head of the bed , she flipped comforter , blankets and sheets over so they trailed off the foot , completely covering the boy . she 'd asked herself that question a lot lately . `` you know sometimes , '' she looks up in frustration , `` i wonder if this was n't meant to be . '' what form of creature had she become ? it was foolish to make the threat , especially like that in open court . 1 : maybe that 's why they set newspapers out whenever i 'd visit . 