And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

A reasonable being might think that he and I could find some common ground; have a cup of coffee and compare our Passengers, exchange trade talk and chitchat about dismemberment techniques. But no: Doakes wanted me dead. And I found it difficult to share his point of view.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

I rose to my knees, mouth dry and heart pounding, and paused to finger a rip in my beautiful Dacron bowling shirt. I pushed my fingertip through the hole and wiggled it at myself. Hello, Dexter, where are you going? Hello, Mr. Finger. I don't know, but I'm almost there. I hear my friends calling.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter