“I put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”

“Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”

“I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.[pp.28]”

“and let the quiet put things where they're supposed to be”

“I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.”

“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head?Put down the penand climbsnuglyinto bed?”