Either I've Turned Stupid, Or Life's Turned

Lord Raoul Asked Me To Tell You That If You Get Yourself Killed, He Will Never Speak To You Again.

A Friend Had Commented Once That Neal Had A Gift For Making Someone Want To Punch Him Just For Saying Hello.

Face It," Gary Told Her Kindly. "you'll Never Catch Up. You Just Do As Much As You Can And Take The Punishments Without Saying Anything. Sometimes I Wonder If That Isn't What They're Really Trying To Teach Us--to Take Plenty And Keep Our Mouths Shut.

Gran, For The Gods' Love, It's Talk Like Yours That Starts Riots!" I Said Keeping My Voice Down. "will You Just Put A Stopper In It?" She Looked At Me And Sighed. "girl, Do You Ever Take A Breath And Wonder If Folk Don't Put Out Bait For You? To See If You'll Bite? You'll Never Get A Man If You Don't Relax." My Dear Old Gran. It's A Wonder Her Children Aren't Every One Of Them As Mad As Priests, If She Mangles Their Wits As She Mangles Mine. "granny, "i Told Her, "this Is Dead Serious. I Can't Relax, No More Than Any Dog. I'm Not Shopping For A Man. That's The Last Thing I Need.

He Has Artistry," He Repeated. "because That's What It Takes To Blow Things Up. And Cook His Arm.