when you had n't been the one to put him there . he was the father of man and he had both . it was a natural part of their lives , just as his gifts were . that was the first time a woman had ever managed to worry him . i smiled at the pile ; he smiled , too . he should never have drunk it , but how was he to know ? nor did i know when i gave it , how he would feel . chocolate and cakes , ice cream and peanut butter . '' 