she shoved the notebook toward me and i had no choice but to grab it . his claws dug deeper , and she gasped . i started walking over to the room just as her black hair came out the door . the boys studied until they were around 13 , a task parents thought the most important in their lives . grant raised his hands to count , one . he changed clothes , put his torn and bloody clothes into a plastic bag and tied it tight . they could lick the blood off the surface , but no biting . 