she tenderly felt her face and could taste blood . he leaned his chin against my shoulder and kissed it before becoming completely still . if he was evil the bridge got narrower and narrower until he toppled off and plunged into the fiery pit of hell . the problem was , he was n't sure either . she took the sad , worn yellow blanket , remembering how pretty it had once looked in lulu 's white spindle crib . like he 's unsure of why he 's admitting this to me ? 