What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.

Fix yourself something to drink," she said. "I don't have any Mr. Pepper." "You mean Dr. Pepper?" "For the love of God!" She exploded. "People expect everything from a psychic! 'Doctor,' 'mister,' I was close enough. I didn't call it 'Mrs. Salt,' did I?

Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet." "Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.

I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets