“Lori, did you and Adam have a fight? I mean, another fight? A humdinger?”I snorted. “No, I’m sobbing in Frances’s lap because she will marry our father someday and bring back the vegi/soy mayonnaise.”“What’s the matter with vegi/soy mayonnaise?” Frances asked.McGillicuddy wrinkled his nose at the memory.”

“Here’s what you did wrong, Adam,” he barked. “I told your parents to make it clear to you that you were not to see Lori again. You did it anyway. at’s what you didwrong.”“But—,” I started.“Shhh,” Lori said beside me.“That’s—,” I started again.“Shut up,” Lori muttered.“—ridiculous,” I finished.“Adam, stop talking,” Lori said.“Adam, stop talking,” Frances repeated.”

“I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.”

“I want a sexual innuendo sandwich, hold the mayonnaise.”

“She was a tall woman with a wide smile,good tits and a way of licking mayonnaise out the corner of her mouth which suggested she might beequally good at licking mayonnaise out the corner of yours.”

“Did she go postal?” Russell grins at him, “You know, for pullin’ her portal on the island and sendin’ her to your safe house before the fight?”“Define postal?” Zephyr counters, his brows pulling together further.“Insanely angry,” Russell says.“Yes,” Zephyr nods his head adamantly, pointing at him. “She has not called me ‘sweetie’ since.”“Oooo,” Russell says, ducking his head and wrinkling his nose. “Doghouse.”