First quote is a long one on page 18. The capitals are the authors.
Weather rarely cried. She considered crying an insult to the feminie
mystique. But her lip trembled: "The door went up too
slow."
Lucas had been married only a short time, but his history with women had
been
intense. He know exactly what to say. He said, "Maybe
there's a
brownout or something, and there wasn't enough power. I was
afraid you'd
decapitated yourself. That you were hurt."
This
instead of screaming, "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DROVE INTO THE DRIVEWAY AT
FIFTY
MILES AN HOUR, YOU FUCKIN' MORON."
Next one on page 38.
Flattery, Lucas thought; makes you feel warm and fuzzy, unless it makes you
feel manipulated and used.
Kind of reminds me of someone who shall remain nameless, that has been sucking up to me lately.
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