for some reason , my lips do n't want to follow my mind . `` he never would look directly at me . '' the ink had feathered and run on some of the signs , as if they had been left out in the rain . her eyes snapped back up to look at me , and i hated the pain i saw there ; but it gave me the smallest sliver of hope . still , it was so cold that i wanted to jerk my hand away . `` interesting family , '' he said when they 'd gone . 