premise: He put more quarters between all my fingertips , with my hands behind my back , and told me to sit there for twenty minutes . My arms hurt before too long , and the sense of loneliness and anger sank into me , and made me cry and cry . For a time , it stopped , until one of the quarters fell from between my pinkies . He had warned me to keep all the coins in place , and when it fell , the tears rushed back with full force . What may be your reason for holding the quarters between your fingertips ?
hypothesis: The quarters would help build strength in my arms .