You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee.
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust.” His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. “It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.
Everything was going too well. Something had to be wrong.
Two grande lattes, double espresso, Italian blend,” he said to the clerk. “Light on the froth, extra cinnamon. Use whole milk. Not two percent or half-and-half. Put a shot of raspberry in one for my itchy witch here.
Shifting Lucy to his shoulder, he began to rock without moving his feet, a movement new to him but as old as fire and having the grace of 1000 years.
And he was athletic in a lean sort of way, his long legs able to keep up with me whenever I coerced him into driving me out to the zoo for their early open hours for runners only; those hills were killers on the calves.
Sheep are treated like sheep, users are used, and those who deserve more receive everything.
I’ve got her okay.” Jenks’s angular face was pale, making him look as if he was going to pass out. “Jax, it’s cold out. Get in Ms. Morgan’s purse until we get to the motel.” “Hell no!” Jax said, shocking me as he lit on my shoulder. “I’m not going to ride in no purse. I’ll be fine with Rex. Tink’s diaphragm, Dad. Where do you think I’ve been sleeping for the last four days?” “Tink’s diaph – ” Jenks sputtered. “Watch your mouth, young man.” This was not happening.
You got canned. Outsourced. Pink-slipped. Handed your walking papers. Given the go light. Slipped on the banana. Served the dead slug.
I can’t do easy anymore. It’s too hard on my soul.
He stepped forward, forcing me back. “You’re right. I made a decision. It was the wrong one.
I want to wake up beside you, see your curls on my pillow. I want a chance at falling in love.
As I watched, another pizza went out, the car lurching into the street and speeding away with the quickness that told of a large engine. Pizza drivers have made good money since they successfully lobbied for hazard pay.
Just tape my ass shut and let me fart out my mouth.
Nil tam difficile est quin quaerendo investigari possit.
Emojin stopped, turned, and nailed him with her glare. “Because she’s making this one piece all she’ll ever need to show the world who she is instead of coloring her body with random images and needing thirty expressions to show her soul.
The energy tasted like books, and I imagined we were still in the semipublic areas.
Knowing your limits is a strength, not a weakness.
Was I a fool to trust, or a wiser person finding the capacity to forgive?
Teaching an adolescent pixy and teenage gargoyle how to make explosives might not be such a good idea. But hell, he’d learned when he was five.