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Never want anyone more than he wants you. You can have a man in your life, Ryann, but never need someone. Just let him be icing on the cake.
You know I love her more than my own soul, but she’s got so much poison inside right now about men—you don’t want to let that leak into your life. Love can be good, honey.”
“You know what they say about Southern cooking—butter’s the main course—everything else is just a side dish.
I went for a run the next afternoon in a remorse-fueled effort to make up for some of the excess. Normally I hated running. Okay, I always hated running. It hurt. As a general rule, I avoided things that hurt. By the time I was red-faced and wheezing my way back down the driveway toward the house, I’d sworn off Fat Pants and anything else that might lead to masochistic exercise in the future.
“A little early birthday present to myself. Actually, with the cost of gas, I thought it would be more economical to drive than the car. I sold the Lexus and got this baby. I had a motorcycle when I was younger. I kind of always wanted another one.” Of course. A relic of lost youth recaptured. Check another one off the midlife crisis shopping list.
where a rusted tin Coca Cola sign proclaimed, Eat or We Both Starve.
In fact, I didn’t feel much of anything at all. It must have been the numbness some people describe when recounting a trauma they’ve lived through, a temporary lack of feeling that enables people to do what has to be
done until the crisis is over.
