he sat on the couch and leaned back with a mock smile . naw.. , singing in fluttering flute , ugly while holding a half-eaten sweet roll in a left hand and a cold blue drink in a right hand . as willie saw this he stopped dead in his tracks , did an about face and went tearing off in the opposite direction . `` she worries about everyone else before herself . '' turn off the cell phone and talk to a person . how is it that no one else has come in ? 