would my life always be full of loss ? she 'd become a grandmother when she was thirty-five . this is one of the things i hated about sleeping around . he left the bedroom and closed the door silently . `` no , we need to look elsewhere , '' he said . she had come to him then as she did now . he sat with an impatient huff . then water had hardened the iron in its new form , tools the men used to hack away at her all the more . the thought of paris made me smile . 