The 'barnaby' Books Were Always Intended To

Are You Telling Me You Think Ranger's A Superhero?' Think About It. We Don't Know Where He Lives. We Don't Know Anything About Him.' Superheroes Are Make-believe.' Oh Yeah?' Lula Said. 'what About God?

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.

I Always Wanted To Eat With A Negro,” Grandma Said. Yeah, Well I Always Wanted To Eat With A Boney- Assed Old White Woman,” Lula Said. “so I Guess This Works Out Good.

It Was A Weird Sensation. Like Getting Caught Eavesdropping, Or Lying, Or Sitting On The Toilet And Having The Bathroom Walls Suddenly Drop Away.

I'd Slept With Ranger! Not Sexually, Of Course. But I'd Been In His Bed. And Then There Was The Evil Shower Gel. "it Was All Because Of The Shower Gel," I Said. Morelli's Eyes Narrowed. "shower Gel?" I Made A Major Effort Not To Sigh. "long Story. You Probably Don't Want To Hear It.