he asked , his hands down at his sides , making it so obvious he would n't touch me until i said green light . look , is there a chance , even a chance , that one of those guys out there is your dad ? he stared in our direction , as though he had just noticed the wagon . head down , he walked past the pile of ashes that marked what had been pauls home and through the path to his own home . he should not have called her . at least , we have a real starting point . 