“If I was going to go out tonight, I was going to go out fighting. Or screaming in agony. Either way.”

“When fighting clowns, always go for the juggler.”

“Time-out,” I said. He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. “You‘re putting me in time-out?”“Yes,” I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips.“If I don‘t go, do I get a spanking?”

“Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket? ~Bumper sticker~”

“Charley: If you‘re not going to tellme where you are, if you‘re not going to trust me to help you, then why are you here? Why bother?Reyes: Because you‘re the reason I breathe.”

“Where the hell did my bones go?" I asked. This whole upright thing had me stumped.”

“Gemma talking to Charley..."Got it. Have you seen my pants?""Speaking of which, how did you get home without them?""I borrowed a pair of you sweats. I ran into a convenience store with them on. I talked to neighbors out in their yard when I pulled up. And only after I got inside did I realize the had 'Exit Only' written across the back.""You stole my favorite sweats?""I wanted to die.""It's weird that sweats would make you suicidal. I'd analyze the crap out of that if I were you.""Do you actually wear those in public?""Only when I go out in them”