at the funeral , i 'd asked if she was expecting her second , and the glare she 'd pinned on me had me feeling my chest for an open wound . are my babies going to die ? '' like it was pushing out from her and reaching for me . he smiled at her showing his mouth was missing a tooth here and there . then he nodded , making the decision for her . `` please , mrs. jones , call me ana . '' `` if that 's the case , i ca n't tell you who . 