My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!

Lana looked at me like I’d just said I’d never watched Bring It On, or something.

In a way, I was incredibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say about that, so I just said, "Wow

I may have been dead for the past hundred and fifty years, Susannah,...but that doesn't mean I don't know how people say good night. And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.

Tell me what game Steph Landry and I used to play in the big dirt pile they made while they were digging my family’s pool, back when we were both seven, or I’ll know you’re an alien replacement and you’ve got the real Steph up in your mother ship!” I glared at him. “G.I. Joe meets Spelunker Barbie,” I said. “And stop being so ridiculous. We have to go. We’re going to end up at a bad table for lunch.

> CracKing: No need to yell. > FtLouie: I’m not yelling!!! > CracKing: You’re using excessive amounts of punctuation, and on-line, that’s like yelling.