`` nothing , i guess , '' she says , in response to my question about her evening . sam closed the door behind them . the water had a strangely bitter taste and seemed to burn his tongue . what kind of cars do they have ? '' she used to tell us stories about the mischievous things her and her friends would do without getting caught . i reached out with careful fingers and touched the raised , uneven scar tissue , felt the shiny skin . turning back to the kitchen , she took a deep breath . 