she 'd even worn scrubs the night he 'd taken her to dinner because he had n't given her time to go home and change-her clothes or her mind . maybe she 'd gone crazy , or something . brad asked , popping the top on his and taking a gulp . his voice sounded soothing to her . he was still too trusting , and too tied to trying to be `` normal . '' `` it 's ten thirty , '' she tells me , pulling my comforter aside . 