The guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

Is he Catholic?" her grandmother asked on the way out. He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation. "He looks like a good boy," her vovo said over her shoulder. "A good Catholic boy." And that was that -- for now.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.

You are a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.