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And if you can’t tell the truth at the end of it all, then what, I ask, is the fucking point?
I’d always thought there was something about this house that poisoned everyone in it eventually. Turned the good to rot. But there’s too much sunshine in Jules for that to happen to her, and I need to remember that.
A terrible thing, wanting someone and hating them all at the same time. Is it any wonder, pulled taut as I was, that I finally snapped?
Comfy chair, gorgeous views, excellent coffee, and two orgasms before 8:00 A.M. What more did a girl need?
It always comes back to the money with them.
Sometimes it’s fun to give people enough rope with which to hang themselves, my Camden.
Duke, killed in a robbery. Hugh, electrocuted in the barn. Andrew, sick with some mystery ailment. Roddy, partying too hard and going over the side of a boat.
You always say we can’t have secrets from each other, but I think maybe you just meant I can’t have secrets from you.
once you’re as rich as we are, you are not really actively doing things that make money. You’re not, say, selling a product or providing a service. You had an ancestor who did those things once, and he made so much money that now that money makes money. I suppose this is why some countries eventually round up people like us and cut our heads off.
It seems to me that it should not be that hard to be both good in bed and a good man, and yet the vast majority of men never cease to amaze me in their refusal to master this particular skill set.
(a crepe place! By the square! This town is officially a Gilmore Girls Wet Dream),
it’s a whole town that would be better without the rest of the McTavishes lurking around. So how can anything we do to make that happen be bad?
Oh, the arrogance of rich young men. It’s far more fatal than I’ve ever been, if you ask me.
his name and mine are linked forever by something even more binding and eternal than wedding vows—gossip.
A side note—one rarely finds salvation in Florida.
The poor little frog agrees to carry the scorpion across the river, even though he worries that the scorpion will sting him. The scorpion promises he won’t, but sure enough, he can’t resist, sinking them both beneath the water. “Why did you do it?” the frog asks before he drowns. “Now we’ll both die.” “Because it is my nature,” says the scorpion.
