Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.
A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.
Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.
The idiot had shot their own dog. That’s what happened when the destructive potential of a man’s weapons exceeded his intelligence.
What is wrong with you? Many, many things.
He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.