Shari

“I’m sure Vera would be happy to help you with any research.”
He paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Vera, the librarian? I think I’d like to avoid her as much as possible, although that was some fascinating stuff she shared the other day about bats.”
I tried to recall which stuff she’d said about bats. I’d heard it all so many times, it was simply back-ground noise. “She has a long-standing and well-intentioned fixation on the island’s bat shortage, but sometimes she’s a little, um… tedious.”
“Oh, I don’t know about tedious,” he said casually. “Personally, I found all that stuff about how fruit bats perform fellatio to be quite educational.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of Forever

“She wants to launch her dead husbands into outer space?”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of Forever

“I’m Bill Smith, private investigator from Miami, Florida.”
“Private investigator?”
Shari glanced over at me.
“Yes, from Miami, Florida,” he said again, as if that were significant. “I’m looking for a man.”
“Oh, honey, aren’t we all?”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of Forever

“Never trust anything you hear from an old Irishman,” my grandmother Gigi always said, and she should know because she’d married and buried three of them.”
― Tracy Brogan, My Kind of Forever