JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.
Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter
Though I was standing in front of a mirror, I wasn't really seeing my reflection. I was seeing, very clearly, that—at the moment—I was all in the world that Eric could think of as his own. I had better not fail him.
Pam: "Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?
We might be on the same page, but I wasn't happy about reading it.
I really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. The best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book.