Eve, I Know This Continues To Astound

Two Women Can't Share A House Comfortably, No Matter How Fond They Might Be Of Each Other. It's Got To Be One Woman's Kitchen.

Those Big Blue Eyes Were Swimming, And He Was Afraid That If The First Tear Fell, He Would Break And Carry Her Off Anywhere She Wanted To Go.

Eve: "she Had Big Plans For Me. Kind Of A Pet, I Imagine. Like William. Her Little Trained Dog. And With You Dead, She Figured I'd Inherit All Your Goodies. You're Not Going To Do That To Me Are You?" Roarke: "what, Die?" Eve: "leave Me All This Stuff." Roarke: "only You Would Be Annoyed By That.

Aren't Most Romance Heros, Or Heros In Fiction Of Any Kind, Generally Superior To Real Men? Same Goes For Heroines And Real Women.

I Know You Love Me, But I Don't Know Why. I Look At You And I Just Can't Get Why It's Me. Every Time I Get My Balance, I Lose It Again. Because It Shouldn't Be Me, And I Think It'd Kill Me If You Ever Figured That Out.