I take thee... to be my awful wedded husband

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.

Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.

There was something missing inside me I was trying to fill up, but I went about doing it the wrong way. But there sure isn't anything missing inside me now, because you're there.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter." Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird." Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.

It runs in the family. And don't expect me to be ashamed. Yankees lock away loony relatives, but down here, we prop 'em up on parade floats and march 'em through the middle of town.