I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but, hey. It sounded good.

Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

But they're family, and you forgive them, even if they are human equivalent of hyenas. Because that's what you do, Posey. Forgive.