i pull back the curtain and there she is in the bathtub , her knees pulled to her chest , hugging herself so tight it looks like she 's trying to curl into herself . it sounded like something her mother would have said , or one of the old ladies down in the neighborhood . do it wrong and you could lose the whole thing . trees rose out of most of the ones that had n't , and the sight reminded me , somehow , of an insect collection : empty shells pinned to a card . 