but i also knew there was not going to be any root beer in this kitchen . it was n't me , i can tell you that much . '' the memory in his right hand of how he had drawn and fired with one sweep from the left made him confident . i fitted my hand to his face , touching my thumb to the corner of his lips . there were just too many possibilities . luis sat down again and buried his face in his hands . he knew he didnt have a choice . 