i tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and tried to think of some other option . i 'm not counting the kisses along my jaw a week ago . what we do with each other affects no one but us . to find out what makes you the way you are . it was the memory of his failure . his eyes and cheeks were read suggesting he had been crying . he bent down and took off her shoes . i shift the camera back to our baby-my baby . 