i did n't so much see it as hear his head rubbing on the pillowcase behind him . it 's barely nine , but i can tell the day is going to be hot and humid . ... what will this story be called ? the only building that looked halfway decent was a white church with a tall pointy steeple and a fenced-in graveyard . i was comfortable in my skin with him ; he thought i was beautiful and spared no effort to make sure i knew he thought so . an uncomfortable feeling rose up within him . 