`` this is where we came in . '' im feeling great and the wound has nearly healed . `` that big woman photographer was her mother ? '' he launched a quick kick that whistled a hair from my cheek . i had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head . the canvas had hooks on them that allowed the men to pull the canvas off without entering the cell . the woman seemed pleasant but he felt self-conscious . he told us exactly what our lives would be like . 