“Hey, honey,” I greeted. “What’s up?” “His filthy, rusted, beat up, in desperate need of a trade up truck is still in front of your house, that’s what’s up,” was Martha’s greeting”
“The house was on fire," i greeted them tersely. "In case you're interested."they both glanced up overhead as if to make sure the house was still standing. Fang sniffed, smelling the smoke.It's out, right?" he said”
“The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up.”
“You can’t really have patience. You can be patient – if that’s what’s up for you.”
“What’s up?” I said.“Nothing.”“I mean what’s wrong?”“My leg is broken.”“Yeah, I noticed.”
“Ari stood up to greet them, and Crawford went back to his grumpy bastard therapy, which some people confused with spinning.”