miss graham had spent the lunch hour turning living room into junk as she cried over her friend . they knew they needed us , but it did n't change how they viewed us as something other than pure . she was my creation they were letting him keep her ? my life was something she was n't used to . it must have been the owl that woke her . the country had still been in a state of shock . i 'm going to strip you down to your bones then build you back up , layer by layer . 