I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down

Any Intelligent Woman Would Have Made A Dignified Retreat, But This Was New Jersey, Where Dignity Always Runs A Poor Second To The Pleasure Of Getting In Someone's Face.

This Is War,' I Yelled Through The Door. Lucky For Me,' Morelli Said. 'i Give Good War.

Excuse Me?" I Said, Palms Down On The Formica Tabletop. "coffee? I Thought We Came Here For Pie." "i Don't Eat The Kind Of Pie They Serve Here." I Felt A Flash Of Heat Go Through My Stomach. I Knew Firsthand The Kind Of Pie Ranger Liked.

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

Honey, A Man Can't Keep His Gun In A Cookie Jar. It Just Isn't Done.