Miss Annamae didn’t give you those pearls because she thought for a second they’d get close to beating you down. She gave you those pearls because she knew without a doubt they never would.
Life is short and it mostly sucks so who cares what a nutritionist thinks?
That was it. That was his pickup line. You comin’ or what?
A Shirley Temple,” I ordered. He blinked. I ignored that and went on, “And I’d like for someone to tell Mr. Spear I’m here, if that’s possible. You can tell him it’s Josephine Malone.” He stared at me for a moment then asked, “You want a Shirley Temple?” “Yes, please,” I confirmed. “And for Mr. Spear to be told I’m here, if you don’t mind.
Today’s plans have changed, babe,” he announced before taking a sip of his, and I looked at him. “Plans?” I asked, not knowing we actually had plans. “Yeah, gotta be at George’s in an hour.” “George’s?” I queried. “Though, thinkin’ this is good. You can meet him, feel him out.” “Meet him? Feel him out?” I parroted.
They love each other. They know what the other likes, they know what the other needs to feed whatever is hungry in their soul and they give it to them. At least Penny does but Evan does too with only a minimal amount of bitching.” I put my hands on his chest and asked, “What’s your drug of choice?” “I’ve no idea,” he answered. “It’s not up to me to figure it out. But whoever I decide to share my life with needs to be a woman who ties herself in knots to give it to me.
And I’ll do everything I can, if you do it again, not to give up on you and be a mean, bitchy, thoughtless, selfish cow.” His.
If you let whatever you got inside you loose, you’d make a man incredibly happy. You’d be a dream he couldn’t build. You’d be everything.
How can one day you have next to nothing and then a week and a day later you have everything?
And I know that you use music and scents to regulate your mood.
Looking at the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life. The man I fell in love with when he was still mostly a boy. The man who raised two great kids against the odds. The man who kept the streets of my hometown safe. The only man outside my brother and father who even tried to take care of me, he did it in a way that was beautiful, precious, so I let him.
She was three years ago, Eliza. I loved her. That fact doesn’t change. I loved her and she wrecked me when she left because that was how much I loved her. I’m not going to apologise for that or deny it or walk on eggshells with you about it while we figure out what we got and why it’s so fuckin’ good and so fuckin’ intense and so fuckin’ everything.
Yes, the jury was now out. Verdict: Mom liked Max for certain.
Time for you to go all in, Joke. And time for you to stop accepting the dregs, reach for what you deserve, and take hold of butterflies.” Joker.
The going will get tough, and you’ll stick. We’ll fight, and you’ll stick. Our world could rock, Eliza, and there’s one thing I’m certain about, you’ll stick.
If I were to have a man, he would need to be very gentle and understanding, patient and kind, thoughtful, softhearted, and yes, maybe dashing and refined, definitely intelligent and successful.
Welcome back to Mustang, dollface.
Sylvie,” he called and I whirled on a snapped, “What?” “Bottom of my soul,” he whispered across the room, eyes locked to mine. I sucked in breath through my nose before I whispered back, “Bottom of mine.
Sally didn’t waste any time getting Prentice up to speed. “Mister Mikey says we can call Mrs. Evangahlala, Miss Bella and I’m doing the crunchy and smushy bits for dinner.
Stop talking to me. I’m trying to channel my head-crackin’ mamma jamma.