yeah , he says and he blows out a breath . i kissed her forehead , holding her hand . she could clean and grind the fennel that night , then , after a quick shopping trip , she could finish the project in the morning . this was n't like trying to kill myself . five days away , two days home , week after week . he folded the paper and tucked it in the inside pocket of his black jacket . and so is my phone for the moment . all the humans i fed on in new orleans . 