mick grabs a beer off the bar , but i can see the smile he 's hiding behind his mug as he takes a drink . they were softer , almost like the music of the fairy 's voice , like a song in his head . peter came back inside and picked up his gun . do n't know where she got that idea from . she does make you want to believe ! well , that would never have worked , surely . i shoved my hands between my knees . my mother had n't asked me what had happened . 