“Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.”
“The sunlight pouring in the east window came through her lids and made a dark red beet soup that moved with the rhythm of her heart...”
“What's a slut?" I ask him."A girl who puts out too easily.""Puts out what?" I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that."Puts out, you know..." His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. "Sex."I wonder where Greer puts the sex out.”
“Beer can lead men to think they're mighty and foul-mouthed women to believe themselves amusing and hip.”
“Slotted spoons don't hold much soup...”
“Yeah. I'm the fly in the soup. I don't like it any better than you do. Flies don't like being swamped in soup, especially when it's hot.”