I almost had her." Curran nodded. "I heard. And you could've taken her, too." My voice came out flat. "Rub it in, why don't you." He grinned. "No time for that now, maybe later." I closed my eyes. There wouldn't be any later. "Are you imagining me rubbing it in?" he asked.

Oh, it's you," Curran's voice said quietly. "I thought it was an elephant.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

And did you have to hack his arms off?” “Yes, I did. He wouldn’t go through the door.” “You say it like you’re proud of it." I was proud of it. It was an example of quick thinking in a difficult situation.

Wanna spot me?" "No thanks. How about I just scream verbal encouragements at you?

Yes, I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.