Diesel was smiling at Grandma. “You blew through almost two hundred thousand and you were playing dollar slots? That’s impressive.” “Especially since some of that time I was winning,” Grandma said. “Twelve dollars?” “Yep. I was on a roll.
Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who’s extremely bad in an incredibly good way.
The mother and daughter whose roles had reversed – Grandma gladly relinquishing parental responsibility, my mother grimly accepting the task, struggling to find a place for an old woman who’d suddenly become a strange hybrid of tolerant mother and rebellious daughter. My father, in the living room, not wanting any part of it.
It was one of those impulse things.
I don’t feel comfortable with that,” Emerson said. “I’m not actually a gun person.” “Guns don’t kill people,” Rollo said. “Pontiac GTOs being pushed off mountains kill people.
Powder blue is a sissy color.
Are you laughing? I can feel you laughing. My life isn’t funny!” “Babe, your life should be a prime-time sitcom.
Okay, I know he was captain of the football team and he could bake a cake – that didn’t mean I was ready to suck his finger. I was picky about what I put in my mouth. “I’ll wait,” I told him. “Wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite.
He opened two blouse buttons and traced a line along the top of my bra with his fingertip. He bent his head, brushed a kiss across my breast, and slipped his hand inside my bra. I think I might have moaned a little, and I steadied myself by sliding my hand up the inside of his thigh. It turns out that just because I think I could have a future with Morelli doesn’t mean I’m entirely immune to Ranger’s hotness.
Morelli opened a kitchen drawer, removed a gun, and stepped to the cellar door. “Wait,” I said, “maybe we should call the police.” “Cupcake, I am the police.
I try hard not to make the same mistake more than 3 or 4 times in a row.
I wanted to marry Aladdin so I’d get to fly on his magic carpet. So you can see that we were coming from different places.
Finally, a sport I could enjoy.
The third message was from my mother. ‘Why me?’ she said. ‘Why do I have to have a daughter who finds dead bodies? Where did I go wrong? Emily Beeber’s daughter never finds dead bodies. Joanne Melanowski’s daughter never finds dead bodies. Why me!’ News travels fast in the Burg.
Play the role,” Lula said. “That’s what we do. We pick a role and we play it. What role you want to play?” “I want to be smart, and I want to be brave.” “Go for it,” Lula said.
Riley reminded herself that she was a professional, and stabbing Emerson with her nail file wouldn’t be appropriate.
You’d really go all the way to Greece, and run a covert operation again, just so I can have the satisfaction of capturing Nick Fox?” “Sure,” he said. “We don’t get nearly enough quality father-daughter time.
You have to step on people’s feet and kick them in the back of the leg,” Grandma said, “then they move away from you.
Truth is I’ll be relieved when all this is over, and I can move on to what’s in front of me instead of what’s behind me. It’s not like I want to forget Jimmy. It’s just that he’s in a different spot in my life now. He’s in the good memories spot. If I didn’t put him there, I’d be sad all the time, and I don’t like being sad. I figure happiness is a choice that you make. Even in terrible times.” Grandma slumped a little. “Sometimes you really gotta work at it.
Hey,” I said, “dogs are people, too.