“Kate studied the clipboard and the pocket calculator on the floor."Did you figure out how to work that thing?""You don't have to be a CPA to use a calculator.""I meant the clipboard.""Ha ha.”

“A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.”

“You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend.”“It didn’t come up.”“How disappointing for you.”Ha-ha. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I eat babies, shit them out and use the feces that contains their mangled remains for bullet casings. Which I use to kill Republicans. HA HA HA REPUBLICANS ARE DUMB.”

“Oh, don't sit there blushin, he says, git on with it. Life's too short. Take her off in the bushes, my friend, an make her yer own. If you don't, somebody else will. Hell, I might jest make a play fer her myself. That 'ud put a rocket in yer pocket. Ha ha! How's about it, Red? You an me?”

“Got your text,” he said when I climbed out. “How much did it hurt?”“Not at all,” I said. “Apparently, I can’t get a tattoo because I’m a witch.”“I could have told them-” He stopped. “Oh, you said witch.”“Ha-ha.”