Taylor

“You should go order a sweet roll. Those are to die for. And a carne adovada burrito."

His mouth thinned. "Should I order something else to drink?"

"Yes! A diet whatever. No! A mocha latte. No!" I held up my hand to put him in pause so I could think. "Yes, a mocha latte."

"Are you finished?" he asked, rising to go place his order. He was really hungry.

"Yes. No! Yes. I'm good with that. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me, and I need all the energy I can get. And I need you to be my wingman."

"This should be interesting," he said, sauntering off like he owned the place.

By the time he got back, his fries had disappeared. It was weird.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“He turned the corner and flipped me off at the same time. See? Men could multitask. I was so proud of him.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“He was leaving my stepmother for a sailboat. Not that I blamed him. A sailboat would at least be useful.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge

“Do you remember the woman I told you about?"

I knew we would get back around to this. I'd been dying to know more. "The one who used your body then threw you away like a toothbrush you had to use to clean the toilet because you couldn't find your scrub brush?"

"Well, yeah."

"And then you saw her out a year later and she'd had a baby who just happened to have your eyes?"

"That's the one."

"No. I don't remember you mentioning her.”
― Darynda Jones, Sixth Grave on the Edge