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She looked to me like a spoon bent back and forth between your fingers until the bowl’s ready to snap off the handle. Work hardened, but brittle.
Say what you will about the formidable Madame Damnable, but I can see how she made her money in Anchorage. She’s got to be fifty-nine, and she’s still got a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.
there’s little in this world more frustrating than having a plan and the desire to carry it out and being thwarted in expression.
Eavesdropping’s a sin, but ignorance is fatal. Take your pick.
You ever hear somebody blithely say something so amazingly plastered over with bullshit it just makes your eyes bug?
He shrugged, one of those eloquent Frog shrugs with a whole paragraph in it.
Stone shook his head. “Rapid’s not going to be the Wild West for too much longer, girls.” I could tell Madame was included in that “girls,” and it put my back up. She had years and miles on Dyer Stone, and brains to boot. But he had a prick, and inherited money, and a prick. I guess that gave him the right to lord it over her.
It’s comforting when God lets you get away with something once in a while. And a little unnerving. You start to wonder what he’s got set up for you next
Jesus loved Mary Magdalene. He kicked over tables when He met a moneylender.
Mama would say it’s better to think the best of people and every so often get to be disappointed than always think the worst and die alone.
