he did n't say anything to her until she herself was in her nightgown - a long flannel granny because even with the temperature set at seventy-two , the old house was drafty and cold on this dank november night - her dark hair loose about her face , wearing a moisturizing cream she claimed was non-greasy but which he swore was made from goose grease , pulling back the covers , and jumping in quickly , and then reaching over to turn out the light - but his flying fingers caught her attention .