she 'd left without telling him a lot of things he really would have liked to hear . `` you sweep in here , judge us beneath you , then sweep away ? dee shouted over the music of a nickelodeon . heated steel warms my palm , and i tighten my hold . i 'd asked him about that , and he 'd said simply , `` the wind likes my hair . '' she probably would n't even notice unless a hanger poked her in the butt . it all pointed to one conclusion , only the conclusion was not understandable . 