“Well, proud Mary's fat arse!”

“Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.”

“I hate fighting with you,” he whispers.“Well, stop being such an arse.”He chuckles and the captivating sound reverberates through his chest. He tightens his hold on me. “Arse?”“Ass.”“I prefer arse.”“You should. It suits you.”

“The best cure for racism is to have somebody shoot at you. Man, it does not matter then what color the arse is that comes to save yours-black or white, you're ready to give it a big fat kiss.”

“Well," said Mary, "love is ferocious, too.”

“Hey Kid--so proud of you. so is emily. we wish we could be there, but here's a fat check to make up for it but dont go spending it all out on booze. call you soon.Love, the best big brother ever and Emily and Marie, too."I smiled. It was a mark of how much I loved my big brother that I found his lack of punctuation and proper grammar endearing.”