he could throw things , and curse at the walls , and do whatever he damn well pleased because it was his sanctuary . nothing of a dangerous nature presented itself . for a moment , she was n't sure what she saw . in a minute , i was at the grave . the weight of being a pathetic loser burdened him the rest of the day . it was white and tipped with gold , thank god , and in an instant it spread to my shoulders . `` so where are we going to go celebrate ? '' 