i cry out , more from surprise than pain , and then brace for the second blow . exhausted by a lack of sleep on the train , and the thought of spending un-numbered hours on a bench in the airport , did not help fluff him up . i dont know about that , said ben . there was only one finger that belonged inside that white gold circle , and with each passing day , that dream seemed less and less possible . he picked the bike up , full of joy . 