jay pulled me up by a fire-hose , his intentions instantly clear to me . `` i do n't wan na talk about it now ... actually not ever , really . amy evans was tied to the table . she raised the coffee cup to her lips and took a sip , then sighed . usually he wears blue jeans with cowboy boots and a nice shirt with a collar , which is left hanging out , never tucked in . `` go home and focus on that , honey . will it be given , or shall i take it ? 