he placed his hand on her shoulder . no , it was n't ideal , but it was all we had . the light was a single bare bulb over a door on one side of the courtyard . next he turned down the volume and tone before performing some rip-roaring finger picking . he cleared his throat and grabbed my waist and moved me off of him . chapter seven i was five months shy of eighteen when they released me to a halfway house ( i served exactly fifteen months ) . 