and he knew it would either be death or the play of death , himself the object . it left it entirely up to the imagination . red , i told him , closing my eyes again and weeping in relief . cass is so good with kids . she always seemed to want too much from her mother . you think theyre going to listen to what you have to say ? i was fine until a few minutes ago . didnt you hear bugs rubbing their wings or the grass sighing ? 