“Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

“Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

“From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

“Travis!”“Down here, Pidge. Just come in feet first, I’ll catch you.”“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m jumping into the dark!”“I’ll catch you! I promise! Now get your ass in here!”

“Damn chicken. Come eat your dinner. I'm cold.”

“Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey outloud?''Yes, Grandma, you did.'She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Good.”