i sat next to her , stretching out my legs in the cramped space . i leaned half up on my back and looked into his eyes . web 's eyes slid over her in a way that felt like footsteps on her grave . `` you 're saying you 're over a hundred turns . '' the way she had come to us from her small town up north , with her behind-the-times fashion , her wide eyes and her natural sense of endless wonder . 