“Think about my invitation. It’s not a bad way to start off the year—on the arm of the most eligible bachelor inschool . . . See you tomorrow, Goldilocks.” Trent winked and,finally releasing my captive hand, walked away.”

“Finally, my mother's training will be put to good use. Never mind finding an eligible bachelor, I mean to find a murderer.”

“I should probably leave now," I said, starting to strip off the gloves. I wasn't about to walk away with my droopy scarecrow hands.”

“Van was feeding Christian as we walked in the door. I shielded my hands in front of my face to prevent from seeing her bare breast. "God damn woman, put that tit away!""I'm feeding my daughter. You want another taste?"I started gagging immediately just thinking about how bad that shit tasted. "Hell no! I would rather eat dog shit.”

“What are you doing now?" Al questioned "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.My expression went blank, and Trent hesitated.He looked at me, and I put a hand to my mouth, face flaming. "Oh. My. God. Trent. I'm sorry""Um" Trent said, clearly at a loss."Call me tomorrow," Al said seriously, "I've got a curse that will take care of that. Unless you like the snake in a turtleneck look”

“There's always a bit of suspense about the particular way in which a given school year will get off to a bad start.”