he puffed as the basement door swung shut behind him , the tattered box in his grip . `` i can imagine , '' she said , nodding repeatedly while looking me over . `` no , something that you really want . '' 'that i 'm a silk worm and you should feed me mulberry leaves ? ' apparently he was third generation rebel . `` at this point , they have n't really established whether the drugs they found came up or down the river . he released her then , slamming the door and stepping back . 