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Favorite paragraph:
And call her weak and pathetic, but Ezra liked it. Women could roar all they wanted about how powerful they were—how they didn’t need a man and could take care of themselves. It was all true. It was. And just like men, it was only true until it wasn’t. Until someone more powerful and determined took all that security away and left them with the knowledge that no human is all-powerful. Period.

And the woman wearing little more than a bikini (because did a coverup that covered little and hung loose and open even count?) stood holding all three and looking the picture of dissatisfaction. “I wanted something more modern. These all rhyme. My boyfriend says no one rhymes anymore.”

Favorite line in this one is...

Seeing Scott Keil’s name flash on his phone screen sent a stampede of jitters through him that Henri thought he’d never corral—or whatever you did with stampeding… anythings.

Grandma saw her just as another carousel began beeping. “Ezzie!”
Lord, will she ever learn that I hate that nickname???

Hee hee. And the torture begins.

My favorite part tonight...
“He either will or won’t choose [a man] for me. See? We’re all in the same boat—married or not, we’re trusting the Lord’s will for our lives. Isn’t it marvelous?” It was a good thing the Carron sisters had never been to the American South, or they might have heard sarcasm that sounded an awful lot like, “and isn’t that sweet” or “and bless our hearts.”
Suamalies are too blunt for that.

I am having a lot of fun writing this one. Today's favorite quote...

As his last client sank into a chair and rubbed a hand over his face, Henri made a decision. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t show up at Ezra’s and be that guy who couldn’t give her a night’s peace. Like New Year’s resolutions on Epiphany, that idea died a swift, relatively painless death by six o’clock.