He Rooted For The Mets, He Wore

I Want To See Your Tailpipe Fading Off Into The Sunset." Good Luck, I Thought. My Tailpipe Was Somewhere On Route 1, Along With My Muffler.

Ranger Cradled My Face In His Hands, Using His Thumbs To Wipe The Tears From My Eyes. "the Ceremony Is Over. Can You Make It Back To The Car?" I Nodded. "i'm Okay Now. Am I Red And Blotchy From Crying?" "yes," Ranger Said, Brushing A Kiss Across My Forehead. "i Love You Anyway." "there's All Kinds Of Love," I Said. Ranger Took Me By The Hand And Led Me Back To The Suv. "this Is The Kind That Doesn't Call For A Ring. But A Condom Might Come In Handy." "that's Not Love," I Told Him. "that's Lust.

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.

Morelli Smiled. "it Could Have Been Jenny Ragucci. That Makes Much More Sense. I Had Good Luck With Sluts." I Looked Over At Him. All In The Past," Morelli Said. "i'm A Cupcake Man Now." Whoa, Dude," Mooner Said. "that's So, Like, Cosmic.

I've Finally Reached A Stage In My Career Where I Can Do What I Want.