keeping hold of her hand , uncle jack made for the door at the far side of the community room . you arent exactly a saint yourself , i tell him . it does n't matter if it hurts . i disappeared down the beach , leaving him on the deck , heating up the grill . when in doubt , turn your anger on someone else . what or who are we looking for ? i mean , this was not a subtle dream , no doubt about it . no , probably headed for someplace a little closer than that . 