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“Beware the quiet man,” Reggie said, in a tone like a preacher, quoting from something Matt didn’t recognize. “For while others speak, he watches. And while others act, he plans. And when they finally rest, he strikes.”
“At least let me get you breakfast at the dining hall. I’ve got some meal swipes left.”
Repeat the patient’s name often to show you’re listening.
The path near the house where he saw the dark silhouette of his brother—in the letterman jacket and with that swagger—pushing a wheelbarrow toward the creek.
The art of remembering a ten-digit number extinguished by Apple.
Some girls wanted to marry their fathers. It was the reason why so many couples were unhappy,
women seeking idealized versions of the first man in their lives.
“Only the finest from the Trader Joe’s collection.” He
Keller’s money-laundering investigation into Marconi LLP was the only reason she’d been dragged into this mess with the Pines.
“It’s a big coincidence, though,” Bob said. “The firm is in bed with the cartel, and the family dies in Mexico.”
Liv had insisted that they attend church every Sunday. Faith
“How do you eat an elephant?” Dad would cup Matt’s chin in his hand, look Matt in the eyes, and answer his own question: “One bite at a time.”
Matt had read somewhere that there were no friends like the ones from freshman year, and it was true. They’d
Woo-jin was from South Korea and on a basketball scholarship. He
the first from the atrocious Mississippi public school system.
and didn’t even drink caffeine. And
Felicity (a
jocks who were trying to pull their
grades up to a C so they could take the field, stoners
hot nerd.
they usually didn’t appreciate girls like her. They would someday, her mom assured her, but it took longer for the male brain to develop.
University of Michigan
Mike stood on tiptoes and took a shot like a basketball player at the free-throw line.
When Maggie was little, her mother seemed obsessed with concussions, the plight of a football mom,
Maggie remembered that throwing up could be a sign of a serious head injury.
She wanted this stupid year to end so she could leave for college and start over. Someplace where it mattered how intelligent you were, and not just how you looked or how well you threw a ball.
Mom with her nose in a book.
Her long legs—she was a runner, by the looks of them—stretched out on the sofa.
Stan always spoke in military time and Keller had to do the conversion in her head: 2:00 P.M. She looked at her watch.
They weren’t exactly what you would call friends. It was something better, in Keller’s estimation: a boss who valued results, not face time. One who didn’t steal credit, didn’t play favorites, and didn’t micromanage. He was direct and played it straight. If you fucked up, he’d tell you. But you knew he’d always have your back. His
He shook his head. Not a surprise. She suspected that Stan was one of those people
who didn’t own a TV.
“Fucking bureaucrats. And that’s coming from a career bureaucrat.
That was about all that Keller knew or wanted to know about the District of Columbia.
The deputy director was a tall man, at least six two,
“I can’t stand the bride or her friends.”
“My brother’s fiancée,” she explained.
“The things we do for family, right?”
she makes my brother happy, so what can you do?”
He had close friends he cared about and who cared about him. He had, for all intents and purposes, a privileged life.
“Studies prove that doing five random acts of kindness a day leads to more happiness. But it has to be five, for some reason. I forget why.”
“You obviously haven’t seen the bridesmaid dresses.”
“She’d probably tell you to go for the boy who wants to be part of your story, not just you being part of his.”
thin and athletic, with
a law student and
“And eat some deep dish. It’s Chicago, for Christ’s sake.”
Evan Pine wasn’t a movie guy, but he was a reader, and the film was based on one of his favorite novels.
You have my whole heart. You always did.
I’m in law school at UNL.”
“But without the mullet,”
