“Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.'All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.”

“...And there's the Midnight Growlers, a philosophical movement dedicated to high spiritual ideals and the pursuit of truth and -'Beer,' said Tinto.”

“I called a cab, still in my towel. I jumped in the cab before it had even stopped at the gate. I actually said, "The nearest library with a cutting-edge professional grief- and trauma-therapy section, and step on it.”

“Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.”

“Are you sure about that, Mrs. Maddox?”“Are you ever going to stop calling me that? You’ve said it a hundred times since we left the chapel.”He shook his head as he held the cab door open for me. “I’ll quit calling you that when it sinks in that this is real.”“Oh, it’s real all right,” I said, sliding to the middle of the seat to make room. “I have wedding night memories to prove it.He leaned against me, running his nose up the sensitive skin of my neck until he reached my ear. “We sure do.”

“Are you trying to get run over by a cab?""Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood.”