now , on any beautiful day , she was afraid that the ticking in her car was a bomb and not the motor cooling off ; afraid of the half-empty water bottle abandoned by a jogger on the bank cash machine ; afraid of grocery bags , crinkled , shiny , motionless , formed to a point like a soft ice cream cone and left on the locker room bench ; afraid of the dark hallway to her loft ; afraid to use her hair dryer ; click on her tv ; put lights on as she entered her apartment in case someone had gotten in and left the stove gas jets on ... . what did he want from her ? !