i wrap my hand up in the sleeve of his jacket , then pull my knees up into the seat and hug them while i cry . we strolled along , quiet then , until we reached the end of the manor , just below his room and , above that , my windows . `` after all , you were under duress . not as vividly as he remembers it , i bet . she asked , holding up the scoop . i want to do a good job and would really like to have you with me . 