`` can you explain why we 're here ? '' he mixed his tones like the sentence was both a request and a question . im fine , i said , my tone growing exasperated . `` she was going to run the story , was n't she ? '' someone had done it to her . there was a hole there , a small tear . the bad blood had gotten into his little head . i didnt want to let go of her . i bent over and grabbed my stomach . mrs evans was white faced when she returned . 