they bowled until they were all exhausted . had he chosen that final moment before the knock came at his office door to reach for her , she would have gone to him , with him , without a protest , without a care in the world for all her reasons for staying away from him . she closed her eyes and murmured . mother is the only name on the account . i made it to his car in a sort of dream sequence , moments not fully connected to each other . i decide when or if things of this nature happen . 