I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
The archangel.” i murmured. Looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. “it means high-ranking angel.” there was a definite smugness to his voice. “the higher up, the harder the fall.
Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
Why did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
