her voice sounded like it came from heaven , her words singing a song to my heart . the gun went off a second time , the bullet zipping through the trees , shaving leaves from the branches . she formed the image in her mind . `` what are you cooking up there in that bean of yours ? '' the pit of my stomach started to ache and my heart started to pick up its pace . the occupied houses were carefully tended . then , some days later , i see it on my desk . 