Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.
Patricia BriggsShe was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.
Patricia BriggsI could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.
Patricia Briggs