His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight. "Dorothea?" "Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully. "Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. "She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.

Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.

Did you hear something, Nora?” Vee asked. “I thought I heard something.” “You definitely heard something,” I agreed. “Could that be … a dog fart I heard?” Vee asked me.

She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss.