she nodded and now i knew she had been crying as i saw a tear run down her cheek . it was a matter of admitting i was in the wrong . and he 's wanted yours for such a long , long time . that was typically the way i liked things , the way i did things . she turned her attention to a framed photograph that hung on the wall . he touches the tip with the palm of his hand . the black flies dont bite though ; they just buzz around , in your face . 