TailSpin

You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

Get over it,' Sherlock said, and looked at her husband. 'No, no, bad dog, keep quiet.

She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.

Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?' 'You're very observant, Suz,' Savich said. Sherlock rolled her eyes.

Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means.

I'm the most fluent liar in the world, I'm the coolest, the smoothest. A lie, Savich thought.

Sherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.