she supposed she was stuck with the part of it that was lodged in her head like bullet-fragments , but-remember the tree , rosie , a voice said , and this time it sounded like anna 's voice-anna who had helped her when she had needed help , when she 'd had no one else to turn to , anna for whom she had n't been able to mourn as she 'd wanted to ... although she had cried rivers for sweet pam , with her pretty blue eyes always trained for `` someone interesting . ''