“If you can't get your freak on to make little Keepers, then how are there so many of you?”

“What makes you think he won't freak? He is my father and I'm his only little girl.""Betcha five bucks.""Deal," I said with a laugh. "He is gonna freak and I'll take your money and buy a honey bun with a diet cream soda and I won't share with you," I sang.”

“I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.”

“You didn’t introduce your little cupcake to me. How rude, especially after I’ve tasted her lips and her fright, her want.” He licked his lips again and smiled at me. “All were delicious.”

“You have to make your own happy. You can’t depend on other people for that.”

“You can't hang on to the past and you certainly can't throw a wobbly every time something happens that you don't like.”

“His eyes lit up. "Oh, it's the Vanderbilts! They make these pumpkin and banana pancakes that are so good, they will make you want to slap your momma.""I already want to," I muttered under my breath."What's that?""Nothing. Let's go.”