for the past two weeks , she had felt like a puppet guided by his strings . i swallow hard , trying to keep the fear at bay , and dial her cell again . so , i turned around and walked inside . in fact they hoped for it , as they had no other lead . that i do n't smell as good as bacon . '' the cup fell to the ground with a crack , and then rolled away to come to rest against the wall . the question was would i-not could i-do it ? 