Okay," I said. "I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house." Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. "Eric," I said, and his smile faded. "I rescind your invitation into my house." And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.
Charlaine HarrisMy gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.
Charlaine HarrisCould I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when heโd tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.
Charlaine Harris