Katrina

“Because we're framily. You know, I love you, you love me? Like Barney only with bad language.”
― Dakota Cassidy, Accidentally Dead, Again

“Her mental list of items she’d need from her apartment was growing. There were things a girl just couldn’t live without, so Keegan would have to get them when he retrieved Muffin.
“I need another purse. Can you get me my Prada knockoff? It’s in my closet on the shelf. Pink. It’s pink. I got it from a vendor in Manhattan. Jeez he was a tough negotiator, but it was worth the haggling. It’s soooo cute.”

Keegan sighed, raspy and long. “Okay.”

“Oh! And my nail polish. I have two new bottles in the bathroom under the sink in one of those cute organizer baskets, you know? Like the ones you get at Bed Bath and Beyond? God, I love those. Anyway, I need Retro Red and Winsome Wisteria.”

Another sigh followed, and then a nod of consent.

“My moisturizer. I never go anywhere, not even overnight, without my moisturizer. Not that I ever really go anywhere, but anyway I need it, or my skin will dehydrate and it could just be ugly. Top left side of my medicine cabinet.”

“Er, okay.”

“My shoes. I can’t be without shoes. Let’s see. I need my tennis shoes and my white sandals, because I don’t think there’s much hope for these, wouldn’t you say?” Marty looked up at him and saw impatience written all over his face. “And my laptop. I can’t check on my clients without my laptop, and they need me. Plus, there’s that no-good bitch Linda Fisher. I have to watch that she’s not stealing my accounts. Do you have all of that?”

He gave her that stern look again. The one that made her insides skedaddle around even if it was meant in reproach.

“I’m going too far, huh?”

His smile was crooked. “Just a smidge.”
― Dakota Cassidy, The Accidental Werewolf

“To be great, truly great, you have to be the kind of person who makes the others around you great.”
― Mark Twain

“You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.”
― Uncle Remus