Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.

This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.

Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.

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

I felt mocked. "That's what I get for trusting you." He took a step back. "Excuse me! Trust doesn't mean you get the response you want from someone, but that you'll get an honest response, and that the other person will stick by you even when you can't agree." Stick by you for how long, through how much? I wondered. What is the expiration date on trust?