You tried to slide his original curse back onto him?” Al said in wonder. “At the restaurant? And I stopped you? Sweet mother pus bucket!” he exclaimed, and I swear, dust sifted from the ceiling. “Rachel, we have to work on this communication thing.
Kim HarrisonOkay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.
Kim HarrisonI didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.
Kim HarrisonJenks kept me alive for two years through two death threats, a crazy banshee, and at least two serial killers. Its about time I return the favor! And if I can't, then I can sit by his bed and hold his hand as he dies, 'cause I've had plenty of practice doing that, too!
Kim Harrison