his tongue pushed into marcus mouth until the burn of chewing tobacco was all he could taste . if he wanted to keep it quiet that his daughter was alive , anyway . a friend of mine gave me some cards to pass around , would you take some ? blue sky was above instead of blue monster . i studied my fingers , caked in orange , feeling his eyes burning into me . did her skin still shine like golden silk ? the clouds above had finally broken , if only just above him . 