she drew a little circle on the pillow with her hand - the circle of life . her anger has nothing on mine . but i had the hardest job , for it fell to me to speak the right words in saying good-bye . you had to stand up for yourself . this time the steering wheel squeaked under her tightening grip . he 'd figure out a way to keep her by his side . the image of her reflection is blurry , as if her eyes are not focused on the image , but rather something in the background . 