and does she ever speak to you ? so you owe us a life , he said . he could read his father well enough to know that he was enjoying telling this tale . and then that horrible knife scraping , raspy as his voice when he kept saying her name . no need in you being hurt any longer than necessary . '' at the time , i had been too angry and upset to listen , but now i wanted answers . moms muffled voice traveled through the locked bathroom door and the fog of hot water to me . 