the man with the white hair was sitting at the foot of the cell 's bunk , his hands pressed together finger-to-finger between his thighs . we ca n't stay glucose size forever . '' i transferred the rock from my left hand to my right and used the left to steady myself . somehow , she seemed to sense what was on his mind . let 's review , he said to himself . id never seen ben look so defeated . yet we never talked about anything serious . none raised so much as an eyebrow . 