she put her hand on the door and pushed it open so she could see me again . running forward , i grab a chair and throw it through the glass patio doors of the howe 's sunroom . `` no one in this city can whip up an ice cream faster than i can . '' `` i do n't know , '' the man says , his voice coming from the balcony 's edge . eyes were watching him , he felt sure , the way they 'd been peeking at him for weeks now . 