it was n't his mind that was the problem , but his vision . i tried to see her through his eyes : a still-beautiful woman , who was both older and younger than her thirty-two years , her hair scraped back as if she had long since stopped caring what she looked like . there was this little thing , '' she holds her hand out to the side , snapping her fingers , considering something . let me try to fix it i thought for a moment , and then we can talk . 