Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

A pause followed my greeting. Then “We’re watching you ” whispered the voice on the other end. “Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? ” Silence. Then dial tone. These younger demons. So easily discouraged.

And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.