“That’s it. That is fucking it. I stand up, grab Anna by the waist and, while dragging her to the bedroom, say over my shoulder to Brent, “If you can answer the door when her brother gets here, we’d appreciate it. Don’t bother us for the next hour, two if Anna’s as insatiable as usual. You may want to turn on the television to drown out the noise!” I push a laughing Anna into the bedroom and slam the door behind us.  ”

“Before I could cry or scream I whirled around and stalked to my bedroom,slamming the door behind me. I hope they all drown."Zoey your mother and I need to speak with you."Great. Clearly they didn't drown.”

“They hobbled to the bathroom, Cade's arm around Michael's shoulder, Michael's arm around Cade's waist.'She killed the wolf,' Cade panted.'I know.' Michael grunted under the weight of Cade's body. 'It bothers me.''She can see in the dark.''That bothers me, too.''When she slammed the door, the house shook.''Bothering me.''She runs almost as fast as I do.''Bothering the fuck out of me.''She called me baby.''Oh, well then, we've got nothing to worry about, do we? Hope she's not the jealous type. Wouldn't want her breaking my neck if she catches us in the shower together.''Shut the fuck up and help me get undressed.”

“Maybe I should do this for y-" (Samantha)"No, I'm cooking. If you want to be helpful, you can bring me my wine. I poured us both a glass." (Mortimer)"But-""No," he insisted, pushing her toward the door. "In you go. I'm the man. I get to barbecue while you stand around and look cute.”

“One open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitney’s was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.”

“Mphhh... What did you say Tyler?' Anna-Louise mumbles on the bed above me.I stand up, and a tame blue bird lands on my shoulder and tries to nibble my earlobe. I gently shake Anna-Louise fully awake. 'Anna-Louise, wake-up,' I say. 'Wake up--the world is alive.”