`` god gives us little choice in that matter , '' she said . the stuff of stories for generations ! that piece of music was n't just for her ; it was her . as if he 'd always be watching . every five minutes or so he had to stop with his legs spread and the snowshoes fat on the snow to rest them . they didnt even acknowledge that remark . he should have been running for the hills . still , something in the atmosphere was raising goose bumps on her arms . 