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“waited a minute and knocked louder. The Bee Gees continued to blare from downstairs. I figured Margaret's dad didn't hear me through the thick door and the music. "Mr. Sanders," I said as I eased open the door. I didn't want to startle him. As I entered, my shoe slipped on something. I lifted my foot and discovered a small capsule crushed under my heel. That's when I noticed pills scattered everywhere, and Harold Sanders lying on the floor. The desk chair and lamp were knocked over. I rushed to his side, rolled him on his back, and checked to see if he was breathing. No luck. I started CPR”
― Christy Murphy, Mango Cake and Murder

“hope you don’t mind, but I believe we need to speak frankly.’ Her words hung”
― Juliet James, Emily

“eyes as they stared up at him the night before, he started to speak, the words not coming from his brain,”
― J.R. Ward, The Rehearsal Dinner

“Gaynor fixed a blonde just coming through the door with her biggest smile. “Welcome to Greens.” She gave Victor a sharp nudge with her elbow. “Could you take over for a moment, darling? Just got to pop to the loo…” Let him chat her up. Gaynor needed more alcohol. So far, she’d ushered in what felt like five hundred people – all on a quick snort of Bolly and the tiny glass of Chablis she’d managed to grab when Sarah, one of her two new business partners, wasn’t looking. “You’re not allowed to get pissed till later,”
― Jane Wenham-Jones, One Glass Is Never Enough