go elsewhere and cling to fire and stone and whatever flesh makes you happy . i mean what can anyone do for me ? it looks like a poem , a prayer or something . `` you want me to go to a yankees game with you ? '' his lips pressed to my forehead , and then , he gently pried her from me and carried her over to the bed . he smiled and brushed the hair away from my face gently . in fact , she was the complete opposite of normal . she returned to her stove and the tea . 