There was something about the way this man touched my youngest child that set my teeth on edge. His arm linked through hers as they walked up to the house. His hand stayed at her back as they climbed...
Then again, Paul had once told her that there was no such thing as coincidence. The Law of Truly Large Numbers provides that given a large enough sample size, any outrageous thing can happen.
The spiral stairs looked like a robot’s asshole.
The smell of fresh air made Kate’s eyes sting. She looked up. The pole lights were on. The sun was sinking like a stone. Maggie asked, Where’s your car parked?
The only reason my daughter has not come home is because someone is keeping her. Keeping her.
The older sister could have been an overachiever who cast the kind of shadow in which nothing could grow.
The casket was gunmetal gray with a blanket of white lilies covering the closed lid. The smell of wet earth was pungent as the machine lowered his body into the grave. Claire’s knees went weak. Her gr...
The Peeping Tom’s name was Gerald Scott. His son is your baby sister’s new boyfriend.
That’s a fantastic idea, Sweetpea. Lydia layered on the sarcasm. You believe that a high-ranking police officer might possibly be covering up a murder, or maybe is somehow involved in it, or filming i...
That's the problem with life, Sam. If you're not rising, you're falling.
That is complicated question with an equally complicated answer.
Talk about sloppy seconds. Was there such a thing as sloppy thousandths?
Sua mãe e eu sempre ficávamos muito satisfeitos, em segredo, com o fato de você ser tão determinada e intensa em relação a suas causas. Quando você foi embora, entendemos que essas eram as qualidades...
Since this wedding that never happened is my fantasy, that boy is clean-shaven on your special day, hair combed neatly, slightly nervous as he stands by the preacher, looking at you the way I always...
She felt it snap into her head like a slide loading into a projector.
She called him Bartleby, after the well-known scrivener: pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn. I likened him more to some form of rat terrier: arrogant.
Rick shuffled through the cards again. Where is the tallest mountain on earth? Lydia put her hand over her eyes so she could concentrate. You said tallest, not highest elevation, so it can’t be Everes...
Rage had consumed her. She hadn’t wanted to just murder him. She had wanted to empty her gun into his chest. And then she wanted to fill the holes with burning oil and dance in his still-warm blood. S...
My wife is for making babies. You’re for fucking. The sting was unexpected. That’s an awful thing to say. Trust me, one is a lot more fun than the other.
Michael swallowed, feeling like he was choking on his grief. Fifteen, he said. She’d just had a birthday last week. He’d bought her a stuffed giraffe. She’s fifteen.