“Mrs Bawden yanked me away from the table and dragged me across the food hall. I tried to twist away from her, but she had a grip like a python on steroids.”
“I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away”
“a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior highprom...The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.”
“She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might,if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.”
“Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.”
“It was all I could do not to fall on my knees and weep like the bastard she always said I was, and I was a breath away from begging her to run away with me.”