it buried itself in the pit of the dark-haired woman 's stomach and she went flying backward . tired , maybe , but in a world-weary kind of way . my heart did that weird twisty-aching thing again , and i swallowed hard . `` there better be a strip-o-gram on its way to me for a call this early . tims was on his knees , shouting at the man to get up , get up , damn him . how- ever , i 'm referring to what we discussed in the car . it doesnt matter , i tried to convince myself . 