You Fainted," I Told Tank. "i Did

I Always Know It's Sunday Because I Wake Up Feeling Apologetic. That's One Of The Cool Things About Being A Catholic . . . It's A Multifaceted Experience. If You Lose The Faith, Chances Are You'll Keep The Guilt, So It Isn't As If You've Been Skunked Altogether.

I'm Sorry About Your Porsche." "i Can Replace The Porsche. I Can't Replace You. You Need To Be More Careful." I Was Just Sitting In Your Car!" Babe, You're A Magnet For Disaster.

I Looked Over At Him. "is That A Proposal?" There Was Total Silence For A Couple Beats. "i'm Not Sure. It Just Popped Out." "let Me Know When You're Sure." "would You Say Yes?" Morelli Asked. "i'm Not Sure.

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.

There's A Small Possibility That I Might Be A Murder Suspect" Stephanie