he was lying face up on the ground . if they 'd had fur around their necks , it would have been standing on end . i crossed my arms over my chest , getting pissed all over again just thinking about it . around eleven o'clock she 'd had enough . he would stand for selection with the others . the illusion that allowed her to function without worrying about either the people she loved leaving her or the important things in her life falling apart . `` you know , you may be right . '' 