Petra

“If I see you two doing anything funny behind me, I’ll stop the car and leave you on the side of the road,” I said before starting the car, looking at the way Dina and Kike were getting handsy with each other in the back seat. Four
years of relationship did little to quench their thirst for each other. A thirst I was forced to see while checking my rearview mirror. “I’m serious, no fingering in the car.”
― Petra Pine, A Night to Slay For

“It’s Tolstoy, by the way,” I say as I open the door.
He turns around. “What?”
Shut up, I tell myself. Shut up.
“The writer of Anna Karenina. Not Trotsky. Trotsky was a revolutionary who was stabbed with a
pickax in Mexico in 1940. But I can understand how the T thing could confuse you.”
― Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca

“She's so beautiful, and so wonderful, and there just in front of her, and Beth can't have her.”
― Emma R. Alban, Don't Want You Like a Best Friend

“While filling the car trunk I counted ten bottles of wine, four bottles of gin, a bottle of rum, three six-packs of beer, and a bunch of fruit as Kike had decided that a vacation without sangria was not a real vacation. We looked like a carnival of alcoholics.”
― Petra Pine, A Night to Slay For