`` i like to sing , that 's all , '' i said . my friend was the editor of our school paper , and when i was talking about you earlier , he remembered your article and showed it to me . they screamed , parting in panic as we came at them , and we plowed through . it took her a second to realize that it was god , a prayer , of a kind . plus , the hand was soft and small . the man handed her several sheets of paper . 