he always sang with his eyes closed . nothing , said a voice in the back of her head , will put these pieces back together again . he had from the moment he 'd laid eyes on her , and nothing had or would ever change that . she 'd never done it in this life , of course . they knew it as well as i did . within moments , they were both inside and the zipper of her dress was pulled down . *** i spent the rest of the afternoon in my bedroom writing . 