the very memory of that statue gave her a nervous knot in her stomach . he did n't bother to turn the tripod and take a picture of her . i understood not to ask questions about certain things , and i did n't . the blood ran down my side . i looked at the bear as if it could give me an explanation , but all it gave me was a beady , red-eyed stare . what was it about this man that took her breath away ? they strolled to the center of the square . 