I Don't Like Your Tone," Was Violet's

It's Just That I Don't Think Friends Tie Friends To The Bedpost." James Choked On His Tea. "caroline, You Have No Idea.

I Can Imagine No Greater Bliss Than To Lie About, Reading Novels All Day.

No Man Of Any Intelligence Would Pretend To Know A Female Mind.

And For The Rest Of The Night, He Couldn’t Quite Forget The Smell Of Her Perfume. Or Maybe It Was The Soft Sound Of Her Chuckle. Or Maybe It Was Neither Of Those Things. Maybe It Was Just Her.

Caroline Trent Hadn't Meant To Shoot Percival Prewitt, But She Had, And Now He Was Dead. Or At Least She Thought He Was Dead.