she hoped he wouldnt make a habit of getting her name wrong . its like hes afraid to touch or kiss or hold me now . i thought that might be interesting and i was right , but first i had to get there . the fields are a place of light , of happiness , where nobody is dying the slow death of mortality . they are all the same , the russians . well , he 'd better start really enjoying them now , while there was still time . a woman who is about to trust the wrong man . 