he stood at the kitchen window and nibbled at the edges of the chop and hoped-and dreaded-that she 'd come in and see his reflection-the blind was up-before she saw him , that he 'd turn and reveal himself , some kind of vampire having a snack , and she 'd somehow find it sexy or at least reasonable , and forgive him , and put her hands through his hair , like she did , and maybe even join him in the chop , and he 'd bring her over the wall so they could get barbara 's last two hens , one each .