Jodi Picoult Quote
I told Seven the Bartender that true love is felonious.Not if they're over eighteen, he said, shutting the till of the cash register.By then the bar itself had become an appendage, a second torso holding up my first. You take someone's breath away, I stressed. You rob them of the ability to utter a single word. I tipped the neck of the empty liquor bottle toward him. You steal a heart.He wiped up in front of me with a dishrag. Any judge would toss that case out on its ass.You'd be surprised.Seven spread the rag out on the brass bar to dry. Sounds like a misdemeanor, if you ask me.I rested my cheek on the cool, damp wood. No way, I said. Once you're in, it's for life.
Jodi Picoult
I told Seven the Bartender that true love is felonious.Not if they're over eighteen, he said, shutting the till of the cash register.By then the bar itself had become an appendage, a second torso holding up my first. You take someone's breath away, I stressed. You rob them of the ability to utter a single word. I tipped the neck of the empty liquor bottle toward him. You steal a heart.He wiped up in front of me with a dishrag. Any judge would toss that case out on its ass.You'd be surprised.Seven spread the rag out on the brass bar to dry. Sounds like a misdemeanor, if you ask me.I rested my cheek on the cool, damp wood. No way, I said. Once you're in, it's for life.