“What a time to be alive,” he said.
It was lively, for a while.
She was doing okay on her own.
I doubt that will fool anyone.
Things always go better if you’re rich.
Appearances can be deceptive, can’t they?
Things have been getting more lively lately.
Perhaps they’d stop coming to the door if they thought no one was here.
She could face things with a clear head tomorrow.
Best to take the rest of the day off to recover.
That, she thought later, was the last time anything was normal, anywhere in the world.
Looks like it was hard time, though.
Do we have some kind of a problem?
That’s a place, not a name.
There had been no restaurant or room service.
It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done.
Is there any noise in the streets?
Neither of them for a single moment released the other’s eyes.
We don’t know what may happen.
Next Page »