We started clearing the field with shovels and buckets and of course our cupped , gloved hands . The idea was to not break any frozen parts of her away . Then , when we had a broad hole in the top of the snow that covered the field and we were a foot or two of snow above where she might have been set down to wait for spring , we started using poles . Some of us used rake handles and the long hafts of shovels . One used a five - foot iron pry bar . He was a big man , and the bar weighed twenty - five pounds , anyway , but he used it gently , I remember , like a doctor with his hands in someone 's wound . We came together to try to find her and we did what we needed to , and then we seemed to separate as quickly as we could . At Mrs . Tanner 's funeral , they sang " Shall We Gather at the River , " and I sang , too . It was like that in the field . Everyone gathered , and it was something to see . Then we all came apart . Fanny went where she needed to , and Rosalie Piri did , and Archie Halpern . I did , too . Most of them , I think , remained within a few miles of the field . The dog and I live where it doesn 't snow . I can 't look at snow and stay calm . Sometimes it gets so warm . I wear navy blue uniform shorts with a reinforced long pocket down the left hip for the radio . I patrol on foot and sometimes on a white motor scooter , and it 's hard for me to believe , a cop on a scooter in shorts . But someone who enforces the law , laws , somebody 's laws , falls down like that . Whether it 's because he drinks or takes money or swallows amphetamines or has to be powerful , or he 's one of those people who is always scared , or because he 's me , that 's how he goes - - state or federal agency or a big - city police force , down to working large towns or the dead little cities underneath the Great Lakes , say , then down to smaller towns , then maybe a campus , maybe a mall , or a hotel that used to be fine . I 've moved a few times , changing my job but trying to stay on a kind of level vocationally . I would like not to sink very much more . And she traces me , and she calls . The first time , I was surprised . I was south and west , looking at a map while lying on a bed in the Arroyo Motel , where they gave good residential rates and didn 't care what species your roommate was . The dog was in the bathroom , lying against the coolness of the tub and panting , and I was reading the map of New York State . At one time , I marked the areas with a felt - tip pen where girls had disappeared . Most of them were under the snow and ice up there , I figured , and I didn 't know why I had to look at months - old guesses about burial sites . I distrusted this kind of recreation . I am talking here about being lost or found . You can be a small child and get lost , and maybe I will find you . God knows , I 'll try . Or you can be a large and ordinary man and get lost in everything usual about your life . Maybe you will try to find yourself , and so might someone else . It ends up being about the ordinary days you are hidden inside of , whether or not you want to hide . I didn 't flinch when the phone rang , and I didn 't run to pick it up . On the fifth ring , I said , " All right . " On the seventh or eighth , I answered it . The dog , I noticed , had moved from between the toilet and the tub to lie with his nose at the threshold of the bathroom door . I could hear the hum and hiss of the open connection , but I couldn 't hear anything of her . Then she came back and I felt her on the line . A piece of paper rattled , and then she recited , the way you do when you read something out loud , " Are you eating well ? Are you sleeping well ? Are you , in general , looking after yourself ? " " Good , " she said . " In a way . You come back here , Jack . Will you come back ? " She gave me a little time to answer , and then she said , " Never mind . You wouldn 't . Maybe I can get there . Wherever in the world it really is . Jack , it 's so far away . " " You couldn 't have come with me . The dog could barely stand it . I could barely stand it . I haven 't been really friendly , these days . " " But you 're some kind of a fugitive , Jack . From me . Consider that . You and your dog , in the middle of the night , you drive away in the world 's oldest station wagon to - - " " Daylight . I left in daylight . But I know what you mean . And the Torino did finally die . Get this : outside of Buffalo , New York . I never even got it out of the state . " " I drive a Subaru DL , 1980 . I had to pay extra for a rearview mirror you can tilt against the headlights behind you . You have to replace the struts every few miles , but the engine 's good and the body only shifts on the frame when you turn a corner or pull out to pass . " " Me and him , " I said . By then , I think , I was messed up , too , and my voice must have showed it , because the dog banged his tail on the floor . It was a trick he used to do with my wife . Now he was promiscuous , and he would slam his tail against the floor if anyone gave the slightest signal of distress . Apparently , I was signaling , and he was signaling back . He was so chiseled down and locked tight , I would not have challenged him to a bet on a ball game . I was pointing , I remember , when a car bomb took down a hotel across the street . I kept seeing it afterward . Traumatic flashback , a doctor taught me to call it . But that day , directly after the explosion , I didn 't know its name , and I sat on the curb and I kept watching the hotel go out and up . The marine , who got very sober very fast , squatted behind me where I sat . I was wondering out loud for him whether what we might be thinking of as oil or gasoline that pooled beneath my legs in the street could actually be the blood of whores and janitors and cleaning ladies . He patted my shoulder over and over , and he kept saying . " Uh - huh , " and " That 's right , " and " You got it . " After a while , I didn 't see blood , but I did keep seeing the slow coming apart of the back end of the little gray Fiat , and then the stick - by - stick dismantling of the two - story hotel , slat by gallery banister , window mullion by floorboard , everything coming toward us from the inside out . You can 't say once upon a time to tell the story of how we got to where we are . You have to say winter . Once , in winter , you say , because winter was our only season , and it felt like we would live in winter all our lives . Outside he vomited , and I went back up , passing the sofa Fanny lay on . I tiptoed with enough weight on my toes to let her know how considerate I was . She blinked her eyes . I know I heard her blink her eyes . Whenever I told her I could hear her blink her eyes , she said I was lying . But I could hear the damp slap of lash after I made her cry . I got into bed to get warm again . I saw the red digital numbers , 5 : 29 , and I knew I wouldn 't fall asleep . I didn 't . I read a book about men who kill one another for pay or for their honor . I forget which , and so did they . It was 5 : 45 , the alarm would buzz at 6 : 00 , and I would make a pot of coffee and start the woodstove . I would call Fanny and pour her coffee into her mug . I would apologize because I always did . Then she would forgive me . We would stagger through the day , exhausted but pretty sure we were more or less all right . We would probably sleep that night . We would probably wake in the same bed to the alarm at 6 : 00 , or to the dog , if he 'd returned to the frozen deer carcass he 'd been eating in the forest on our land . He loved what made him sick . The alarm went off , I got into jeans and woolen socks and a sweatshirt , and I went downstairs to let the dog in . He 'd be hungry , of course . I was the oldest college student in America . I sometimes said . But of course I wasn 't . There were always ancient women with parchment skin who graduated at seventy - nine from places like Barnard and the University of Alabama . I was only forty - four , and I hardly qualified as a student . I patrolled the college at night in a Jeep with a leaky exhaust system , and I went from room to room in the classroom buildings , kicking out students who were studying or humping in chairs - - they do it anywhere - - and answering emergency calls , with my little blue light winking on top of the roof . I didn 't carry a gun or a billy , but I had a heavy black flashlight that took three batteries , and I 'd used it twice on some of my overprivileged northeastern - playboy part - time classmates . On Tuesdays and Thursdays , I would waken at 6 : 00 with my wife , and I 'd do my homework , and then patrol at school and go to class at 11 : 30 , to sit there for an hour and a half while thirty - five stomachs growled and this guy gave instruction about books . Because I was on the staff , the college let me take a course for nothing every term . I was getting educated , in a kind of slow - motion way . It was going to take me something like fifteen or sixteen years to graduate . I predicted to Fanny I would no doubt get an F in gym in my last semester and have to repeat . There were times when I respected myself for going to school . Fanny often did , and that had served as fair incentive . I am not unintelligent . " You are not an unintelligent writer , " my professor wrote on my paper about Nathaniel Hawthorne . We had to read short stories , I and the other students , and then we had to write little essays about them . I told how I saw Kafka and Hawthorne in a similar light , and I was not unintelligent , he said . He ran into me at dusk one time , when I answered a call about a dead battery and found out it was him . I jumped his Buick from the Jeep 's battery , and he was looking me over , I could tell , while I clamped onto the terminals and cranked it up . He was tall and handsome , like someone in a clothing catalog . He never wore a suit . He wore khakis and sweaters , loafers or sneakers , and he was always talking to the female students with the brightest hair and best builds . But he couldn 't get a Buick going on an ice - cold night , and he didn 't know enough to look for cells going bad . I told him he was going to need a new battery , and he looked me over the way men sometimes do with other men who fix their cars for them . I was wearing a watch cap made of navy wool and an old fatigue jacket . Slick characters like my professor enjoy it if you 're a killer or at least a onetime middleweight fighter . I smiled as if I knew something . " Take it easy , " I said , and I went back to the Jeep to swing around the cemetery at the top of the campus . They 'd been known to screw in down - filled sleeping bags on horizontal stones up there , and the dean of students didn 't want anybody dying of frostbite while joined at the hip to a matriculating fellow resident of our northeastern camp for the overindulged . Fanny had left me a bowl of something made with sausages and sauerkraut and potatoes , and the dog hadn 't eaten too much more than his fair share . He watched me eat his leftovers and then make myself a king size drink composed of sour mash and ice . In our back room , which is on the northern end of the house , and cold for sitting in that close to dawn , I sat and I watched the texture of the sky change . It was going to snow , and I wanted to see the storm come up the valley . I woke up that way , sitting in the rocker with its loose right arm , holding a watery drink , and thinking right away of the girl I 'd convinced to go back inside . She 'd been standing outside her dormitory , looking up at a window that was dark in the midst of all those lighted panes . They never turned a light off ; they would let the faucets run half the night . She was crying onto her bathrobe . She was sockless in rubber - bottomed boots , the brown ones so many of them wore unlaced , and for all I know , she might have been naked under the robe . She was beautiful , I thought , and she was somebody 's redheaded daughter , standing in a quadrangle how many miles from home and weeping . " He doesn 't love anyone , " the kid told me . " He doesn 't love his wife - - I mean , his ex - wife . And he doesn 't love the ex - wife before that , or the one before that . And you know what ? He doesn 't love me . I don 't know anyone who does ! " I couldn 't help it . I hugged her hard , and she let me , and then she stepped back , and of course I let her go . " Don 't you touch me ! Is this sexual harassment ? Do you know the rules ? Isn 't this sexual harassment ? " She got in . I told her we were driving to the dean of students ' house . She smelled like marijuana and something very sweet , maybe one of those coffee - with - cream liqueurs you don 't buy unless you hate to drink . But in my rocker , waking up at whatever time in the morning in my silent house , I thought of her as someone 's child . Which made me think of ours , of course . I went for more ice , and I started on a wet breakfast . At the door of the dean of students ' house , she 'd turned her chalky face to me and asked , " What grade would you give me , then ? " It was a week like this : two teachers locked out of their offices late at night , a Toyota with a flat and no spare , an attempted rape on a senior girl walking home from the library , a major fight outside a town bar ( broken wrist , probable concussion ) , and variations on breaking and entering . I was scolded by my vice president of nonacademic services for thumping softly on a student who got drunk and disorderly and tried to take me down . I told him to keep his job , but he called me back because I was right to swat the kid a little , he said , but also wrong , but what the hell , and he 'd promised to admonish me , and now he had , and would I please stay on . I thought of the fringe benefits - - graduation in only sixteen years - - so I went back to work . My professor assigned a story called " A Rose for Emily , " and I wrote him a paper about the mechanics of corpse fucking , and how , since Emily clearly couldn 't screw her dead boyfriend , she was keeping his rotten body in bed because she truly loved him . I called the paper " True Love . " He gave me a B and wrote , " See me , pls . " In his office after class , his feet up on his desk , he trimmed a cigar with a giant folding knife he kept in his drawer . " Bad habit . Real habit , though . I started smoking ' em in Germany , in the service . My CO smoked ' em . We collaborated on a brothel inspection one time , and we ended up smoking these with a couple of women . " He waggled his eyebrows at me , now that his manhood was established . " Were the women smoking them , too ? " He snorted laughter through his nose while the greasy smoke came curling off his thin , dry lips . " They were pretty smoky , I 'll tell ya ! " He was wearing cowboy boots that day , and he propped them on his desk and sat forward . " It 's a little hard to explain . But - - hell . You just don 't say fuck when you write an essay for a college prof . Okay ? " He sounded like a scoutmaster with a kid he 'd caught jerking off in the outhouse . " All right ? You don 't wanna do that . " He snorted again , but I could see how disappointed he was . He 'd been banking on my having been a murderer . Interesting guy in one of my classes , he must have told some terrific woman at an overpriced meal : I just know the guy was a rubout specialist in the Nam . I figured I should come to work wearing my fatigue jacket and a red bandanna tied around my head . Say " man " to him a couple of times , hang a fist in the air for grief and solidarity , and look worn out , On Saturday , we went back to the campus because Fanny wanted to see a movie called Seven Samurai . I fell asleep , and I 'm afraid I snored . She let me sleep until the auditorium was almost empty . I asked her , " Who was screaming in my dream ? " We went home and cleaned up after the dog and put him out . I drank a little sour mash and we went upstairs and didn 't make love . It got to be Sunday morning , maybe four or five , and the dog was howling at another dog someplace , or at the moon , or maybe just his shadow thrown by the moon onto snow . I did not strangle him when I opened the back door , and he limped happily past me and stumbled up the stairs . I followed him into our bedroom and I made myself not groan a happy groan for being satisfied Fanny hadn 't shifted out of it yet . He stopped me in the hall after class on a Thursday and asked me , " How 's it goin ' ? " - - just one of the kickers drinking sour beer and eating pickled eggs and watching the tube in a country bar . How 's it goin ' ? I nodded . I wanted a grade from the man , and I did want to learn about expressing myself . I nodded and made what I thought was a smile . He 'd let his mustache grow out and his hair was longer . He was starting to wear dark shirts with lighter ties . I thought he looked like someone in The Godfather . He was wearing his high - heeled cowboy boots . His corduroy pants looked baggy . I guess he wanted them to look that way . He motioned me to the wall of the hallway , and he looked confidential and said , " How about the Baltimore stuff ? " " Was that really true ? " He was almost blinking , he wanted so much for me to be a damaged Vietnam vet just looking for a bell tower to climb into and start firing from . The college didn 't have a bell tower , though I 'd once spent an ugly hour chasing a drunken ATO down from the roof of the observatory . " You were just clocking through boxcars in Baltimore ? " The assignment was to write something to influence somebody . He called it " Rhetoric and Persuasion . " We read an essay by George Orwell and A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift . I liked the Orwell better , but I wasn 't comfortable with it . He talked about natives and I felt him saying it two ways . outfit . He had a big hairy sweater on . I kept waiting for him to make a noise like a mountain goat . But the girls seemed to like it . His boots made a creaky squeak on the linoleum of the hall when he caught up with me after class . " No , " he said . " Not at all . The D will remain your grade . But I 'll read something else if you want to write it . " We were at his office door and the redheaded kid who got sick in my truck was waiting for him . She looked at me as if one of us was in the wrong place , which struck me as accurate enough . He was interested in getting into his office with the redhead , but he remembered to turn around and flash me a grin he seemed to think he was known for . Instead of going on shift a few hours after class , the way I 'm supposed to , I told the dispatcher I was sick , and I went home . Fanny was frightened when I came in , because I don 't get sick and I don 't miss work . She looked at my face and got sad . I went upstairs to change . When I was a kid , I always changed my clothes as soon as I came home from school . I put on jeans and a flannel shirt and thick wool socks , and I made myself a dark drink of sour mash . Fanny poured herself some wine and came into the cold northern room a few minutes later . I was sitting in the rocker , looking over the valley . The wind was lining up a lot of rows of cloud , so the sky looked like a baked trout when you lift the skin off . " It 'll snow , " I said to her . Fanny said , " Shit ! You 're never that laconic unless you feel crazy . What 's wrong ? Who 'd you punch out at the playground ? " She said , " You did ? " She said , " Honey . " She came over and stood beside the rocker and leaned into me and hugged my head and neck . " Honey , " she said . " Honey . " It was a terrible storm , the worst of the long , terrible winter so far . That afternoon , they closed the college , which they almost never do . But the roads were jammed with snow over ice , and now it was freezing rain on top of that , and the only people working at the school that night were the dispatcher and Anthony Berberich in the other truck and me . Everyone else had gone home except the students , and most of them were inside . The ones who weren 't were drunk , and I kept on sending them in and telling them to act like grown - ups . A number of them said they were , and I really couldn 't argue . I had the bright beams on , the defroster set high , the little blue light winking , and a thermos of sour mash and hot coffee that I sipped from every time I had to get out of the truck or every time I realized how cold all that wetness was . About eight o ' clock , when the rain was turning back to snow and the cold was worse and the road was impossible , just when I was done helping a county sander on the edge of the campus pull a panel truck out of a snowbank , I got the emergency call from the dispatcher . We had a student missing . The roommates thought the girl was headed for the quarry . This meant I had to get the Jeep up on a narrow road above the campus , above the old cemetery , into all kinds of woods and rough track that I figured would be choked with ice and snow . Any kid up there would really have to want to be there , and I couldn 't go in on foot , because you 'd only want to be there on account of drugs , booze , or craziness , and either way I 'd be needing blankets and heat , and then a fast ride down to the hospital . So I dropped into four - wheel drive to get me up the hill above the campus , bucking snow and sliding on ice , putting all the heater 's warmth up on the windshield because I couldn 't see much more than swarming snow . My feet were still cold from the tow job , and it didn 't seem to matter that I had on heavy socks and insulated boots I 'd coated with waterproofing . I shivered , and I thought of Ralph the Duck . I had to grind the rest of the way , from the cemetery , in four - wheel low , and in spite of the cold , I was smoking my gearbox by the time I was close enough to the quarry to see I 'd have to make my way on foot to where she was . It was a kind of hollowed - out shape , maybe four or five stories high , where she stood , wobbling . She was as chalky as she 'd been the last time , and her red hair didn 't catch the light anymore . It just lay on her like something that had died on top of her head . She was in a white nightgown that looked like her sloughing skin . She had her arms crossed like she wanted to be warm . She swayed , kind of , in front of the big , dark , scooped - out rock face , where the trees and brush had been cleared for trucks and earthmovers . She looked tiny against all the darkness . From where I stood , I could see the snow driving down in front of the lights I 'd left on , but I couldn 't see it near her . All it looked like around her was dark . She was shaking with the cold , and she was crying . I had a blanket with me , and I shoved it down the front of my coat to keep it dry for her , and because I was so cold . I waved . I stood in the lights and waved . I don 't know what she saw - - a big shadow , maybe . I surely didn 't reassure her , because when she saw me , she backed up , until she was near the face of the quarry . She couldn 't go any farther . Her roommates had told the dispatcher about pills , so I didn 't bring her the coffee laced with mash . I figured I didn 't have all that much time , anyway , to get her down and pumped out . The booze with whatever pills she 'd taken would make her die that much faster . I hated that word . Die . It made me furious with her . I heard myself seething when I breathed . I pulled my scarf and collar up above my mouth . I didn 't want her to see how angry I was because she wanted to die . I was closer now . I could see the purple mottling of her skin . I didn 't know if it was cold or dying . It probably didn 't matter much to distinguish between them right now , I thought . That made me smile . I felt the smile , and I pulled the scarf down so she could look at it . She didn 't seem awfully reassured . " You 're the sexual harassment guy , " she said . She said it very slowly . Her lips were clumsy . It was like looking at a ventriloquist 's dummy . " It 's a joke , " I said . " You don 't want me making jokes . You want me to give you a nice warm blanket , though . And then you want me to take you home . " She leaned against the rock face when I approached . I pulled the blanket out , then zipped my jacket back up . The snow was stopping , I realized , and that wasn 't really a very good sign . An arctic cold was descending in its place . I held the blanket out to her , but she only looked at it . But she kept her arms on her chest , and I wrapped the blanket around her and stuffed a piece into each of her tight , small fists . I didn 't know what to do for her feet . Finally , I got down on my haunches in front of her . She crouched down , too , protecting herself . I took off the woolen mittens I 'd been wearing . Mittens keep you warmer than gloves because they trap your hand 's heat around the fingers and palm at once . Fanny knitted them for me . I put a mitten as far onto each of her feet as I could . She let me . She was going to collapse , I thought . With her funny , stiff lips , she said , " I 've been very self - indulgent and weird and I 'm sorry . But I 'd really like to die . " She sounded so reasonable , I found myself nodding agreement . " Aren 't I dying already ? I took all of them , and then " - - she giggled like a child , which of course is what she was - - " I borrowed different ones from other people 's rooms . See , this isn 't some like teenage cry for help . Understand ? I 'm seriously interested in death and I have to stay out here a little longer and fall asleep . All right ? " " I was there ! " I said . " I killed people ! I helped to kill them ! And when they die , you see their bones later on . You dream about their bones in splinters and with blood on the ends , and this kind of mucous stuff coming out of their eyes . You probably heard of guys having dreams like that , didn 't you ? Whacked - out Vietnam vets ? That 's me , see ? So I 'm telling you , I know about dead people and their stomachs falling out . And people keep dreaming about the dead people that they knew , see ? You can 't make people dream about you like that ! It isn 't fair ! " " You dream about me ? " She was ready to go . She was ready to fall down , and I was going to lift her up and get her to the truck . I dropped my shoulder and put it into her waist and picked her up and carried her down to the Jeep . She was talking , but not a lot , and her voice leaked down my back . I jammed her into the truck and wrapped the blanket around her better and then put another one down around her feet . I strapped her in with the seat belt . She was shaking ; her eyes were closed and her mouth was open . She was breathing . I checked that twice , once when I strapped her in , and then again when I strapped myself in and backed up hard into a sapling and took it down . I got us into first gear , held the clutch in , leaned over to listen for breathing , heard it - - shallow panting , like a kid asleep on your lap for a nap - - and then I put the gear in and howled down the hillside on what I thought might be the road . We passed the cemetery . I told her that was a good sign . She didn 't respond . I found myself panting , too . It was like we were breathing for each other . It made me dizzy , but I couldn 't stop . We passed the highest dorm , and I got back up into four - wheel high . The cab smelled like burnt oil and hot metal . We were past the chapel now , and the observatory , the president 's house , then the bookstore . I had the blue light winking , the V - 6 was roaring , and I drove on the edge of out of control , sensing the skids just before I slid into them , then getting back out of them the way I needed to . I took a little fender off once , and a bit of the corner of a classroom building , but I worked us back on course , and all I needed to do now was negotiate the sharp left turn around the administration building , past the library , then floor it for the straight run to the town 's main street and then the hospital . " Roger , " the dispatcher said . " Roger all that . Over . " My throat tightened and tears came into my eyes . I felt a kind of stupid gratitude . I said to the girl , whose head was slumped and whose face looked too blue all through its whiteness , " You know , I had a baby once . My wife , Fanny . She and I had a little girl one time . " I reached over and touched her cheek . It was cold . The truck swerved , and I got my hands on the wheel . I 'd made the turn past the ad building using just my left . " I can do it in the dark , " I sang to no tune I 'd ever heard . " I can do it with one hand . " I said to her , " We had a girl child , very small . I used to tell her stories she didn 't understand . She liked them anyway . Now , I do not want you dying . " smoking the engine , grinding the clutch , and I bounced off a wrought - iron fence to give me the curve going left that I needed . On a pool table , it would have been a bank shot worth applause . The town cop picked me up and got out ahead of me . He used his growler , then his siren , and I leaned on the horn . We banged up to the emergency room entrance and I was out and at the other door before the cop on duty , Elmo St . John , could loosen his seat belt . I loosened hers , and I carried her into the lobby of the ER . They had a gurney , and doctors , and they took her away from me . I tried to talk to them , but they made me sit down and do my shaking on a dirty sofa decorated with drawings of little spinning wheels . Somebody brought me hot coffee - - I think it was Elmo - - but I couldn 't hold it . Fanny came downstairs to look for me . I was at the northern windows , looking past the mullions , down the valley to the faint red line along the mounds and little peaks of the ridge beyond the valley . The sun was going to come up , and I was looking for it . Fanny stood behind me . I could hear her . I could smell her hair and the sleep on her . The crimson line widened , and I squinted at it . I heard the dog come in behind her , catching up . He panted and I " But you can 't be a hero , huh ? You can 't be discovered . You 're hiding in here because somebody 's going to call , or come over , and want to talk to you - - her parents for shooting sure , sooner or later . Or is that supposed to be part of the service at the playground ? Saving their suicidal daughters . Freeze to death finding them in the woods and driving too fast for any weather , much less what we had last night . Getting their babies home . The bastards . " She was crying . I could hear the soft sound of her lashes . She sniffed and I could feel her arm move as she pawed for the tissues on the coffee table . " Yes . " She blew her nose , and the dog thumped his tail . He seemed to think it one of Fanny 's finer tricks , and he had wagged for her for years whenever she 'd wept or sniffed or blown her nose . " Well , you 're going to have to talk to them . " " I will , " I said . " I will . " The sun was in our sky now , climbing . " I think that guy with the smile , my prof ? She showed up a lot at his office the last few weeks . He called her ' my advisee , ' you know ? The way those guys sound about what they 're getting done by being just a little bit better than mortals ? Well , she was his advisee , I bet . He was shoving home the old advice . " " She 'll be okay , " Fanny said . " Her parents will take her home and love her up and get her some help . " She began to cry again . Then she stopped . She blew her nose , and the dog 's tail thumped . She said , " So tell me what you 'll tell a waiting world . How 'd you talk her out ? " " I told her some lies about the war . I ogred and howled . I don 't know , Fanny . I told her stories , " I said . " I did ' Rhetoric and Persuasion . ' " A couple of weeks later , Fanny volunteered for the 11 : 00 P . M . to 7 : 00 A . M . shift . We saw each other when she was coming home and I was heading out . I timed my leaving for work so we 'd say hello . " Good morning , " we 'd say . We 'd sing it , to prove we weren 't angry or embarrassed or scared . The dog got a little confused about who was supposed to feed him his breakfast . We 'd talk about that in the blue - cold mornings at the cars outside the house , and then I 'd drive to work and she 'd go in . Of course , we 'd be home together in the house at night , but she 'd be trying to sleep when I came in or I 'd be sleeping when she was getting ready to leave . You can make a routine out of it , and that 's what we did .