“Deb shoots Deano a hard look and grits her teeth so hard she snaps the end of her cigar which flies out the window.Mac orders, “Deb, stop!”Deb says, “It’s just a scratch. I’ll worry about it later.”

“Okay. I could her deb wailing-in my head. This is the Lowcountry, Steve. That's how life goes around here.”

“Fifteen minutes later, a meeting was called. "Okay, look." Deb's face was dead serious. "I know I just joined this project, and I don't want to offend anyone. But I'm going to be honest. I think you've been going about this all wrong." "I'm offended," Dave told her flatly.”

“And so Deb is the only person in the world who gives a rusty possum fart whether I live or die.”

“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...”

“If you’ll all just follow me over to our top sector here, I’ll start your guided tour.”Ellis got up, then followed Riley and Heather, who was dragging her feet, as they fell in behind Deb. “Are there going to be snacks?” heasked. “I do my best work with snacks.”