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Give Me The Gun." Ranger Said. I Extracted The Gun From My Pants And Handed It Over. Ranger Held The Gun In The Pulm Of His Hand And Smiled. "it's Warm," He Said. He Put The Gun In The Glove Compartment And Plugged The Key Into The Ignition. Am I Fired?" No. Any Women Who Can Heat Up A Gun Like That Is Worth Keeping Around.

At The Other End Of The Room, Grandma Had The Lid Up On Larry Lipinski. She Was Standing One Foot On A Folding Chair, One Foot On The Edge Of The Casket, And She Was Taking Pictures With A Disposable Camera.

I Think Money Isn't Any Good Sitting Around, So I Spend Some Time In The Shoe Department At Saks.

That Might Work," I Said. "i'm Good At Faking It." This Led To A Couple Moments Of Uncomfortable Silence From Both Of Us. "you Didn't Mean... ?" Morelli Asked. "no. Of Course Not." "never?" "maybe Once." His Eyes Narrowed. "once?" "it's All That Comes To Mind. It Was The Time We Were Late For Your Uncle Spud's Birthday Party." "i Remember That. That Was Great. You're Telling Me You Faked It?" "we Were Late! I Couldn't Concentrate. It Seemed Like The Best Way To Go.

I Wasnt Always A Writer. When I Went To College And Majored In Fine Arts, I Was A Painter. Then I Was A Stay-at-home Mom.