he asked , leaning back and dropping his arms . i shouted from the inside , knowing there was too much blood in my throat to speak ; i was nearly un-conscious as it was . he rolled his shoulder to say i feel so light now . she shook her head , her chin coming up a notch . charles gives my shoulder a squeeze and then releases me . hesitant smiles greeted her as she walked up the riverbank . they were both killed in a car crash in 1965 . 