If Hunter hadn't been there, I would've picked up the phone to call Eric. I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right? But I couldn't leave Hunter alone in the house, and I would've felt terrible if I'd ask Eric to go out in the woods by himself, even though I knew he wouldn't think anything about it. In fact, probably he'd have sent Pam.

My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.

Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

Okay I've been stupid in the past. Not consistently stupid, but occasionally stupid. And I've made mistakes. You bet, I've made mistakes.

You were so sweet when you didn't know who you were.

And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy?