True, you don't need to hear it whatever it is. Another time. "God's got a say about that this month. s'all involved on account'a Pobble's meddlin'an' his fingers in all o" she cuts herself off, realizing with intermitent clarity that she does sound like a crazy person. The business of closing her eyes seems an easier thing, so Penny slumps over to the right putting her forehead to the cold glass of the window.