chapter thirty-eight these past two weeks have been such a daze . her face was framed by straight dark hair . like you 'd tell me if you were . i approached the check out not sure the card would work , swipe , she looked at the register , silence , the machine engaged and out came the ticket . she unlocked the door and opened it . and days before that , they said they saw men in suits hanging around . '' or a sick memorial to the dead . 