jack 's quiet and that may be his longest monologue for the night . `` more of a woman , but just the same . '' once or twice they brush past the bottom hem of my shirt and touch the strip of skin above my jeans . he knew they had lost her . he has a spring in his step that wasnt there before . the barrel swung upward at the ceiling and fired scattering huge pieces of the tiled overhead ceiling around them and on the floor . my face felt sticky and hot , and my pillow was damp . 