“Girl, you have a knack for drawing trouble,” Billy says, clapping an affectionate hand on my shoulder.”
“The trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.”
“Laughter is the hand of God on the shoulder of a troubled world.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Some things are worth the trouble.”
“My left hand is my bad hand. I spank it with my right hand. You might call it clapping, but I call it discipline.”
“I draw back,gently step out of his hands that gripped my shoulders and were just edging their way to either side of my throat”