so i drove to his house every night , let myself in and shared my thoughts with my fists . could n't very well leave that behind . the driver steered the vehicle around the dirt curve into the drive . our first child , a little caramel-eyed boy , or maybe a brown haired blue eyed girl like me . you do n't look nearly as tired today as yesterday . she knew how she wanted to live and she didnt worry about time . he 'd never seen her in red before , let alone a dress . 