Sublime

Kurt.

Keir shook his head. “Someone brings her the gold chain one day, and she realizes he’s dead. Shot by—” He broke off as he saw Merritt’s face begin to crumple. “Och,” he exclaimed softly. “No . . . dinna do that . . .” “It’s so terribly sad,” she said in a watery voice, damning herself for being emotional.

(and I’m now certain that his occasional trips out of town were to court the woman who would become his embittered Versace-wearing donna).

But he’s a real person. He’s sweet, he’s actually sweeter than me. I think that must be the appeal of him for Mindy, he doesn’t just get her off, he gets her.

As Tom saw West’s expression, he said with a touch of defensiveness, “You know I’ve never been one of those sentimental fellows.” “You mean the ones with actual human emotions?” West asked acidly.

sat down in what had been Larry’s chair across from the old man, and said, “Hello, Mr. Bianchi. My name and number are written on your boy’s forehead.” The old man started looking around for his muscle. Albert jerked a thumb toward the back and said, “He’s in the john.”

The l-last time I tr-tried to run away, he blackened my eye and spl-split my lip.” “Did he?” Sebastian was silent for a long moment, and then he spoke with chilling softness. “I’m going to tear him limb from limb.”