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 EvanovichMooner was walking around laying his hands on the cars, divining karma. "this is it", he said, standing by a small khaki-colored jeep."this car has protective qualities" You mean like a guardian angel?" I mean, like, it has seatbelts
Janet EvanovichWhen I was painting, I was painting stories I was telling myself. When I look back at it, moving to writing was a very natural progression for me.
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 Evanovich