and Billy rolled in. “Thought you might like some wake-up.
Are you holding her?
Qhuinn’s eyes shifted away from his buddy–and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head… of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?
But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.
It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.
You are the sweetest thug I’ve ever known.
Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.
Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.
You are a manipulator.
I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.
Fear of change was a weakness