Cookie had taken her daughter amber to school then walked the thirty-something feet to work earlier. Our business was on the second floor of Calamity's, my dad's bar, which sat right in front of our apartment building. The short commute was nice and rarely invloved rabid raccoons.

I should’ve known the day was going to turn out bad when it started with my father trying to kill me

Do not disturb. Already there.

You do have a tendency to severe spinal cords." "Only for you.

You called me at four thirty-four....I hate four thirty-four. I think four thirty-four should be banned and replaced with something more reasonable, like, say, nine twelve.

You were the one who hit me on the roof? I hit you on the jaw. We just happened to be on a roof at the time.

She still wasn't convinced. "So, if you were a guy, would you be into me?" "Hon, if I were a guy, I'd be gay." "Yeah, me, too.