Robin

“Funeral homes are a lot like libraries, only not fun, so the loud expression of sympathy split the air like a shot.”
― Nikki Knight, Wrong Poison

“He offered her his arm and they walked down the aisle together, towards the window. His window. It showed timelessness, and recovery and hope. It didn't stop her feeling terribly for the young man in the attic room and the innocent girl in her flat, and even the other one, who suffered such terrors before she died, but it gave her the strength to walk calmly and capably back into the busy castle, where she was the center of its turning world.
In two days she and half the Household would head back to London to prepare for the State Opening of Parliament. Life very much went on. One did what one could. Right now, it was absolutely time for a little gin.”
― S.J. Bennett, The Windsor Knot

“Like all good mistakes, which are often made quickly and in volume, I careered through the nest three before I even recognized I'd made the first.”
― Benjamin Stevenson

“I was just reaching for my knitting needles when Mary Alice gripped my arm.
"Play nice," she murmured.
"I wasn't going to kill him," I muttered back. "But a little light stabbing might teach him some manners."
"Focus on the job. I'll trip him when we get inside," she promised.
"That's real friendship," I told her.”
― Deanna Raybourn, Killers of a Certain Age