would n't we all think the same way and in the same language ? ' instead , i make my way across the room by touch , keeping one hand against the wall as i circle around to the cellar door . a few of his friends sat on lawn chairs around him , while he leaned back and forth on one of the cars doors , enjoying the squeal of the door desperately trying to break free of its hinges . sorry , the girl said , relaxing her grip , but not letting go . 