then again , i wished i could find some way to make it shorter . this time tears prickled my lids . he asked as they left her mothers room . the sunlight reflecting off the panes feels like a pinch to my eyes . i mean id see you in your movies and such , but i didnt have no phone number or nothing . that was the story frank and his men would tell . far more important , though , was the open , snow-covered field , several hundred yards square , which had been the old studio back lot . 