QUOTE : So frigid my legs and my arms and my face that I thought of opening the bottle to have a sip, but I didn't want to get to his house half drunk, breath stinking, I didn't want him to think that I'd been drinking, and I had been, every day a good excuse, and I was also thinking that he would think I was broke, arriving on foot in all that rain, and I was, stomach aching with hunger, and I didn't want him to think I hadn't been sleeping, and I hadn't, dark circles under my eyes, I would have to be careful with my lower lip when smiling, if I smiled, and I almost certainly would, when I saw him, so that he wouldn't see the broken tooth and think I'd been letting myself go, and I had been, avoiding the dentist, and I had been, and everything I'd done and been that I didn't want him to see or know, but thinking that gave me a heartache because I was realizing, in the rain, that maybe I didn't want him to know that I was me, and I was.