Thanks to you, Gabs, we just figured out a half dozen ways not to rob the Henley.

What about a Princess Bride?" "Where are we gonna find a six-fingered man on such short notice?

His mother got her purse. His father reached for the door. "Scooter," he said, by way of good-bye, "have fun with your friends." But Hale was shaking his head. He put his arm around Kat's shoulders. "She's not my friend, Dad. She's my girlfriend." Hale's parents must have walked away, but Kat wasn't looking. She was too busy staring up at Hale, trying to see into his eyes and know if he was okay. The sadness that had lingered for weeks was fading, and the boy that held her was the boy she knew. A boy who kissed her lightly.

You know, Ms. Morgan, that was your mother you just hammered," Mr. Solomon said.

And so that means..." "We have to rob the Henley," Simon said. Kat sank onto a truly uncomfortable sofa. "Again.

Turn," Liz said, trying not to hide her impatience at being forced to read at non-speed-of-light pace.

Our world is built on adrenaline and getting away with it. Different cities different names. Its a far simpler life to lead when there is one around to tell you when you are being stupid. Believe me dear cousin I know better than anyone. - Gabrielle