i watch him through the window as he strides down the hall toward the main exit , his fury streaming out behind him as clearly as a trail of smoke in the air . she wanted him to be more athletic , and he tried to please her . '' so he had nothing to feel guilty about , right ? we have to clean you up from head to toe . `` do you have any cinnamon sticks by chance ? '' i do n't even ask her for the details , because i 'm scared to know . 