Mrs. Zuppa was coming in from bingo just as I was leaving the building. "Looks like you're going to work," she said, leaning heavily on her cane. "What are you packin'?" "A thirty-eight." "I like a nine-millimeter myself." "A nine's good." "Easier to use a semiautomatic after you've had hip replacement and you walk with a cane," she said. One of those useful pieces of information to file away and resurrect when I turn eighty-three.
Janet EvanovichI was on my back, looking up at Morelli through cobwebs, and my first thought was that the 7-Eleven victim had exacted revenge on me, and Iโd been stun gunned. The cobwebs cleared, and I discounted stun gunning. โWhat happened?โ I asked Morelli. โYou fainted.โ โThatโs ridiculous.โ โI agree, but if someone sent me a dead woman I might faint, too.โ He was down on one knee, bending over me. โAre you ready to get up?โ โI need a moment.โ โDonโt take too long. People will think Iโm proposing.
Janet EvanovichI'm underrealized," Lula said. "I gotta lot of untapped potential. Yesterday my horoscope said I gotta expand my horizons." "You expand any more in that dress, and you'll get yourself arrested," Connie said. -- Twelve Sharp
Janet EvanovichRanger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go." He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?" "No. Not even a little.
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