The note, which had been written on one of the pads I kept around for grocery lists, said, "My lover, I came in too close to dawn to wake you, though I was tempted. Your house is full of strange men. A fairy upstairs and a little child downstairs- but as long as there's not one in my lady's chamber, I can stand it".

It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless.

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.

You might have been paid back enough to suit you" I said, "but I don't know if you've been paid back enough to suit me.

Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.