it smacked into the witch 's head . so , whats in that velvet box ? he 'd built up this foolish image of his perfect woman , a woman who was the complete opposite of his ex-wife . `` yeah , like an annual city wide fireman 's ball thing . the hole was crusted with blood , but sticky wet towards the center . he just let go of himself . his office was hectic when he returned . flowers turned in her sleep on the couch . it was a beautiful texas day in december . 