so here is me , and i am a boy watched-by her parents ' suspicious eyes , since they can not prove that i kidnapped grace but believe it nonetheless-and i am a boy watchful-because tom culpeper 's bitterness is growing palpable in this tiny town and i will not bury grace 's body-and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer , waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me .