i pulled his hands away from my face . she stands deliberately , with a hand resting on her hip , as if nothing in the world can catch her off guard . then , turning to my mother , hes right . ready for bed , she stood in the middle of the floor eyeing separate piles of pajamas and underwear , sweaters and blouses , skirts and pants , and a bare floor . `` i 'm never letting you out of my sight again . '' `` it appears that we are celebrating . 