Kidnapped! Quotes

“Actually for a while Jessica had contemplated making a grand entrance wearing only the dress, thinking wickedly about how the sight of her cold, shivering body would prompt Nicholas to rush up and put his arms around her to warm her up. But evenings at this time of year were usually chilly, and she saw no reason to risk pneumonia just for a sympathy hug. She'd have to settle for throwing her coat off dramatically as she was being ushered into the Morrow mansion.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“So Nicholas lives in the fast lane,”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Mrs. Wakefield was fond of Todd, but both she and her husband feared that Elizabeth might be tying herself down too early. In that sense they wished she were a bit more like Jessica, who changed boyfriends with alarming regularity. But the few times she'd tried to broach the subject to Elizabeth, her daughter had cut her off with a brief, "Don't worry, Mom. I know what I'm doing.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“But to have had to wear that yucky candy striper's uniform all that time." Jessica pinched her nose with her fingers.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“She probably missed the Morrows' party on my account, waiting around the house for me to show up, Elizabeth thought, heaving a deep sigh.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“They were paperbacks, the kind that were readily available from the hospital gift shop. Carl hadn't chosen his selections carefully. One dealt with the strategy of investing, one was a book on raising farm animals, and the third was a collection of bedtime stories for children. She had no use for any of them but didn't want to hurt Carl's feelings. "Thank you very much," she told him. "I'm sure I'll enjoy these.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“He walked across the room to the kitchen and took a box of frozen pancakes out of the refrigerator. They'd thawed somewhat, having spent the night on the bottom shelf instead of in the freezer compartment. It made no difference to Carl, though. He slapped the entire contents of the box into a pan on his hot plate.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“The way Carl's face lit up just then made Elizabeth realize that their brief encounter was probably one of the happiest moments of his life. How sad for him, she thought, her heart beginning to go out to this pitiable man.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Elizabeth took her first good look at her new surroundings. There wasn't much to see. In better times the room she was in might have been a living room, but now it was little more than a dingy, nearly empty space about the size of her bedroom. To her left was the front door, and against the wall in front of her was a torn, floral-print sofa. Straining her neck she caught a glimpse of a table and another chair similar to the one she was tied to, which, like the sofa, looked like Salvation Army rejects. Behind her and to the right was a stove, then an archway, which she thought probably led to the bathroom and perhaps a bedroom. The lone window on the wall next to the door was boarded over with planks of weathered wood, and the floor was worn and stained with grime. The walls were dirty, too, and there were no pictures or any kind of personal mementos that Elizabeth would have expected to see in a place someone called home.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Is Nicholas—or any guy?—worth the possibility of losing my sister?”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Her mind replayed the horrible night of Elizabeth's motorcycle accident, a night that had been the most frightening of Jessica's life.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Oh, God! It was Carl, the sad-looking, lonely hospital orderly.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“The van. The man. He was driving her somewhere. But where? To her death? To an unspeakable horror that was too painful even to think about?”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Regina seemed so good-natured about her handicap that Jessica could hardly believe it. Then a horrible thought entered her mind. "Is Nicholas deaf, too?" she asked.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Regina didn't answer, and that made Jessica fume. What's wrong with this girl? she wondered. Why is she treating me like dirty dishwater? Then she began to piece it together. The stumble, the lack of response to Jessica—It was only natural to conclude that the Morrow girl was drunk. "Say, Regina," Jessica called. She took a few steps toward her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Where are you hiding the booze?”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Cara didn't bother to respond. She knew Jessica was like the Royal Canadian Mounted Police—she always got her man.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“Sure," Steven said good-naturedly. He walked up to his sister, who was now standing before the full-length mirror on the back of his closet door. He bent his six-foot-one body over her zipper. It took a little maneuvering, but he finally managed to zip up the dress without damaging the delicate fabric. "You had a thread caught in it," he told her. "Thank you, Steve," she said, admiring herself in the mirror. "What do you think?" Steven inspected his sister carefully. Jessica had a knack for picking out clothes that made her look her best—although even a burlap sack couldn't conceal her perfectly proportioned figure. This dress was no exception. The iridescent material matched her brilliant, blue-green eyes, and the neckline of the sleeveless dress was about as low as a sixteen-year-old could get away with. "Nice," was what Steven told her. "Nice?" she echoed bitingly. "Is that all you can say?" Steven laughed. "Oh, come on, Jess. You know you look great. Really, you do." "That's more like it." Jessica grinned.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!

“You're going to tell me even if I've got to shake it out of you.”
― Francine Pascal, Kidnapped!