Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
She had of course, kept working. He liked to think she would have moved under the table to continue her task if a gun battle had broken out, but he wasn't sure.
Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.
But not all scars showed, did they?
My feelings were hurt. Once I started I couldn't seem to let it go. Be strange if the person who matters most in the whole world couldn't hurt your feelings, wouldn't it?