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

You sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll make you coffee and ask you about your day.

Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.

Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.

My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

It's not a loup cage, you know,' I told her. 'It's a holding cell. Or safe room. or secure room. I don't think Jim ever settled on a term he could live with.' 'Aha. It's a loup cage.' Andrea cleared her throat. 'I touched it with my finger and it hurt. Is that in case of marital problems?

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...