and just like that i walk out with the world 's most perfect black dress nestled in tissue paper at the bottom of a crisp white shopping bag . i could n't take my eyes away , and my pulse hammered . the friend said , its yellow in the middle . perhaps when we get to the aid station . it made his body start to go slack , so i stopped . she turned back slower , that hank of dark hair still resting against her light blouse . he sounded annoyed when he asked this . 