What to wear? I could think of no guidelines on what we were wearing this season to a party forced on you to celebrate an unwanted engagement that might turn into a violent confrontation with a vengeful maniac. Clearly brown shoes were out, but beyond that nothing really seemed de rigueur.

In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

What a terrible thing life can be.

And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.