Sarah

“It’s handwritten,” Freddy whispered.
“What is?”
He pointed at the sheets of paper
Coop held.
Glancing down, Coop shook his head.
“No, buddy. This is from a printer. It’s
been typed.”
“No. It hasn’t. Me, Denny, and the
twins watched him do it for like an hour.
He wrote out each one. By hand. We had
to leave when Zoe began to cry. She was
completely freaked out.” Freddy leaned
in a little bit more and again whispered,
“I think if she’d stayed any longer, she
would have stabbed him to death. And I
don’t think the rest of us would have
tried to stop her.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Wolf with Benefits

“Alan:I used rabbit-skin glue to size the panels. I got it from the art
shop. I don’t know if they use real rabbits in it. It seems kind of a
shame if they do, but then it’s not like there’s a rabbit shortage, is
it? And maybe they only used rabbits that would’ve died anyhow.”
― J.L. Merrow

“Alan:I asked him what cat we should get,
and he said it was my choice, so I got this little black one called
Minnie. I think the cat place must not have known Minnie’s a
mouse’s name. I thought maybe we should change it, but then I
thought, if Minnie doesn’t know, either, then it’s probably okay.”
― J.L. Merrow

“Are you my daddy?”
Ricky Lee Reed, originally of Smithtown, Tennessee, and only replanted to New York City a few years back, gawked at the child who’d asked him the question for a mere moment before he turned his attention to the adult female who held the child.
He’d admit it wasn’t a question he expected to get, you know, ever. For a bunch of reasons, too, but mostly because he didn’t know this woman. He wasn’t one of those guys who nailed so many females he forgot their faces or names. So then . . . why was this child asking him this question? And even stranger, why was the female raising her brows and suddenly asking, “Well . . . are you?”
Wait. Wouldn’t she know? Shouldn’t she? Good Lord, this city.”
― Shelly Laurenston, Wolf with Benefits