he stood over her , beautiful in blue wool and black leather , his golden curls shining in the sun like a crown . why did he get upset about the hills ? he turned his shoulders to the window and closed his eyes . `` it 's not 'til tomorrow , '' she said , smiling at everyone around us . the image was in black and white and somewhat grainy . i had spent a hundred and twenty years with him breathing down my neck . why was he here , at my house ? 