it was one of the only times she remembered her mother crying . there was little i could do to find favor with this family . the wind was howling through the trees along the river and pushing the cotton stalks to their sides . now , they were talking about hers . normally those kind of people bugged me , but she seemed okay . the velvet quality was more pronounced because his voice was quieter . `` where in the hell is my phone ? '' her breasts hung low like how he had seen through her shirt . 