“Connie drove a silver Camry with rosary beads hanging from her rearview mirror and a Smith& Wesson stuck under the seat. No matter whatwent down, Connie was covered.”
“Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!”
“Girls like you want to cut guy's nuts off and hang 'em from your rearview mirror.”
“Mentally Connie gathered her strands of thinking into thick handfuls, trying to braid them into a coherent whole.”
“The following afternoon, alone in their room, and oppressed by not yet having made the promised call to Connie...”
“We are what we love, Connie. The secret - the thing we hope for - is having that love returned.”