I Almost Never Shoot People.

Kiss Those Cuffs Good-bye." Lula From "hard Eight" By Janet Evonavich

Babe," Ranger Said. "you're Looking A Little Strung Out. Is There Anything I Should Know?" I'm On A Sugar Withdrawal. I've Given Up Desert And It's All I Can Think About." That Had Been True Five Minutes Ago. Now That Ranger Was Standng In Front Of Me I Was Thinking A Cupcake Wasn't What I Actually Needed. Maybe I Can Help You Get Your Mind Off Doughnuts," Ranger Said. My Mouth Dropped Open, And I Think Some Drool Might Have Dribbled Out.

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.

That’s How You Tell What A Man’s Really Made Of. It’s One Thing For A Man To Be Big And Brave And Kill A Spider. Any Man Could Do That. Trailin’ After A Woman When She’s Shopping For Thongs And Push-up Bras Is A Whole Other Category Of Man. And Then If You Want To See How Far You Can Go With It, You Ask Him To Carry One Of Those Little Pink Bags They Give You.

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.