the man drew his foot back and kicked mark in the ribs . he raised his hand and indicated a small amount with his finger and thumb . `` we fathers paced in a waiting room with old magazines . since i 'd seen rent and bawled my eyes out at the thought this was no longer within my grasp . she kissed his forehead where it was free of gauze . no sooner than tinker got the words out the pitch of the noise increased and seemed closer . `` you will feel something , '' he 'd told her . 