he scraped his other hand up the back of his skull , as if shaving the hair from it . stole them off the table and flung them against the wall to hear them smash , laughing all the time . am i paranoid , or just a writer who sees possible disasters ? he slid a hand onto her butt and with no pressure she pushed tight against him and wrapped her legs into his . he would n't steal from my grandfather . '' she teased , smiling as she asked him the same question he had once asked her . 