A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. “How’d you like to stay for dinner?” Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? “How’d you like to be dinner?” said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno , she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.

Whether you have sight or not, I see the future in your eyes." -Beth

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

You will not live through this if she does not

Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow... The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.- John