“thanks to mommy and match-box cars, thanks for dad and to the stars.”

“Emily was so excited she forgot. She was so happy she made a mistake and said, “Thank you so much, Mommy!”

“Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.”

“I guess I should be thankful. Full of thank. But what is thank? I can't eat thank, so I know my stomach isn't full of thank. I can't smell or breathe thank, so I know my lungs aren't full of thank. I'm not even sure how much thank I could fit in the trunk of my car. But I do know one thing. It's much easier to give thanks than something that actually costs money to give.”

“From behind her back, Sarah brought out a set of Matchbox cars, which she handed to Jonah.“What's this for?” He asked.“I just wanted you to have something to play with while you're here,” she said. “Do you like them?”He stared at the box. “This is great! Dad . . . look.” He held the box in the air.“I see that. Did you say thanks?”“Thank you, Miss Andrews.”“You're welcome.”As soon as Miles approached, Sarah stood again and greeted him with a kiss. “I was just kidding, you know. You look nice, too. I'm not used to seeing you wearing a jacket and tie in the middle of the afternoon.” She fingered his lapel slightly. “I could get used to this.”“Thank you, Miss Andrews,” he said, mimicking his son.”

“If you want your fridge-freezer and your car and a nice house and asphalt on the roads and a health service, then thank the weapons business. Thank the war economy that drives us to this.”