she , wrapped in my arms , and i , wrapped around the third finger of that left hand . i thanked her , and watched her leave the room . but the boy was still staring at her , one dirty finger stuck in his mouth . a week ago she 'd thought she hated him . dear brand : i 'm sorry i have n't written in a while , but you know me . i ask and then head back to the kitchen to make a call i do n't want to make . 