“Shrimps ought to stay small and curled up in their cocktail sauce, if you ask me.”
“Creole Sauce ... This sauce is fine on cooked shrimps, fish, or meat, disguises leftovers, and will even make boiled tripe taste less like bath towels.”
“The waiter repeated, "The cocktails are from Mr Seadon. He asked me to tell you that he thought you'd enjoy them. They are called Secrets.”
“I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.”
“Both of you know that one of you will get hurt if you keep this up.”“I can’t stay away from her,” I said, curling my fist.”
“Trust me, true?"Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?”