“What can I do? She's here to help Kale.""Sure she is. And I'm Ke$ha.”

“If I wasn't sure before, I'm sure now that she poisoned him to death. I'm also fairly sure she had help killing him, and by God, I'm going to prove it, if it's the last thing I ever do.”

“Dear God, surely you aren't the chef Sam was talking about?""No," he said with a laugh, and gestured behind him with a thumb. "Cale here is.""Kale?" Alex echoed blankly, her eyes sliding to the still half-closed door. She didn't see any evidence of a second man. Frowning, she set the phone back in its receiver and leaned to the side, trying to see out into the kitchen as she muttered, "Kale is a vegetable.”

“*coba deh meriksa tumit lo (sekalian naik ke dengkul) kale aja otak lo nyasar ke situ bhahahaha*”

“All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.”

“We've got work to do. Strip." "Strip for what?" "I'm going to measure you for your dress. Strip!" Rachel saved me…sort of. "You can do her measurements with her clothes on, Mamma," she chastised. "Oh, I know I can." She pointed at me. "But look at her face! Ha! I just wanted to see her face pucker up like that.”