What have I done?" I whispered. Jill put her arm around me, but it was Dimitri who spoke. "What you had to.

Come on outside when youʹre done,ʺ I told her. ʺItʹs like the barbecue of the damned. Except . . . thereʹs no grill.

I find more peace with you.

I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys Iʹd swiped when weʹd come back inside. ʺThe driver,ʺ I said. I DIDNʹT GET TO DRIVE.

Funny how someone telling you not to do something can talk you into it.

You make a joke out of everything. Life’s too painful not to.

Now I see some family resemblance. I was starting to wonder if Jill was adopted, but you two kind of look like each other." "So does our mailman back in North Dakota," said Adrian.