Since I write in first person and have no idea what goes on in men's heads.

I did such a gigantic eye roll I almost fell over.

I make lots of mistakes. I try hard not to make the same mistake more than three or four times.

There’s always tomorrow.” “Exactly,” she said, finishing off her first doughnut, selecting a second. Maybe she wouldn’t starve to death, she decided. Maybe she’d eat herself into obesity and explode. Death by doughnut.

He squinted at me. "What are you wearing? Is that some new form of birth control?

Are we fighting?" I asked Morelli. "No. Were discussing." "Are you sure?" "Am I yelling?" Morelli asked. "Is my face purple? Are the cords on my neck standing out? Am I waving my arms around?" "No." "The were not fighting.

You're probably gonna find this hard to believe, but I was sort of weird when I was a kid." Salvatore "Sally" Sweet