sheriff said it was a pasture eleven miles east of here . i saw the shadow of a figure waiting quietly , not the least bit interested in the action . i said too much , and if you respond , you 're going to cry , right ? '' that should be enough time to get things arranged , no ? it fell back with soap bubbles attached . it was a tree , bending toward her window , touching it , not gently , like the trees in her dream , like the trees by her cave , reluctantly clearing the mist . 