Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missile-proof glass? Nice. What had happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof?

What were you two doing last night, discussing the national debt?

As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

I’m just going to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.