Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.

It could be worse," he said finally. "Efrenia married an arsonist. Jake's wife is a kleptomaniac. I suppose, a psychopathic spree killer isn't that odd of a choice, considering.

You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.

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.

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

We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.

The human body is an amazing organism. It can go from dead tired to completely alert in a terrified blink.