he pulled himself inside and shut the door . he gave a quick shake of his head . my mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions . it should be winter , he declared . his eyes are clear and bright like that too . after a quiet moment , lucy said , `` i did n't want you to see me like this . just make love to me , '' she whispered , not wanting to think or talk . the man shooting at her was running through the front yard now , still aiming his rifle at her . 