he walked toward me and his arm brushed mine lightly , so lightly , as he passed . i said his name quietly , knowing this could get ugly if i did n't stop it . the mother scrambled out of the coffin , raging mad . she yelled , knowing she was most certainly in the wrong . his fingers rubbed her pale knuckles . but hollys not on my mind at all . the pressure stopped because she finally let go . she opened another drawer and pulled out a simple baby blue t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans . 