"Come on," I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

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

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.

That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.

There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

Eric,” she said, “maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!” “That would be something to see,” said Eric