“Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.”
“She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.”
“She said 'Over my dead body!' so I took her at her word.”
“I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.”
“You're alive." Wyatt's voice had never sounded so...small. "You were dead, but Christ, Evy, you're alive.”
“I sighed, a deep and heavy sigh. If only sighs could carry all my troubles away.”