Salt. Wound. Together at last.

There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.

She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H. Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All

I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.

Also, when on a campaign to convince a stranger that you aren't a few fries short of a Happy Meal, throwing around phrases like "tangentially Swedish" is not the best way to go.

It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.

The whole "weak in the knees" thing,which she always thought was just some idiotic expression back from the golden age of idiotic expressions,was real. -Suite Scarlett