You’re the reason I breathe

Wait, what are you doing?” She could apparently hear the strain in my voice as I craned my neck from side to side. “I’m trying to see past a little girl on my hood." “Oh. Isn’t that dangerous?” “Normally. But she has a knife.” “Oh, well, then, I guess it’s okay.

God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand.

Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.

There was nothing like a trip to the gynecologist to make one feel just a little violated. Charley

Garrett must have sensed I was awake. "Hey Detective," he said to Uncle Bob, who was now trudging across the grating toward us. "I think we're losing her. I have no choice but to perform mouth-to-mouth." "Don't you dare," I said, my lids still in lockdown.

I had a soft spot for crazy people.