we turn to cross the porch and stop on the top step . carol 's knitting needles clicked rapidly as she worked on her section of the blanket . i approached slowly , not wanting to interrupt the two people in this room who everyone would agree was a perfect match . i thought it was easier than having her hate me . '' i grab the hem of my t-shirt , pull it over my head , and throw it toward the base of a tree on the bank . i guess theres no easy way to do this . 