“Personally, I'm a lazy kind of guy, and leaving the door open on the mystical saves me work. I don't have to stress my brain trying to explain the unexplainable. It's magic. End of discussion.”
“Diesel was about to place the cockroach on the casket, and my purse rocked out with “Thriller” again.
“Excuse me,” I said. And I answered my phone.
“I’m beginning to appreciate Hatchet,” Wulf said to Diesel.
Diesel smiled. “She has her moments. And she makes cupcakes.”
I disconnected and stuffed my phone into my pocket.
“Well?” Diesel asked.
“It was Glo. Her broom ran away again.”
“I would appreciate it if we could get on with this without more interruption,” Wulf said in his eerily quiet voice, his eyes riveted on mine.
“Lighten up,” I said to Wulf. “Glo lost her broom again. This is a big deal for her. And what have we got here anyway…a dead guy and a Stone. Do you think they can wait for three minutes longer?”
Diesel gave a bark of laughter, and Wulf looked like her was trying hard not to sigh.
- Diesel, Lizzy, and Wulf, page 306-307.”
“What are you doing back at the bakery?” I asked [Diesel]. “Did you know Wulf was here?”
“No. I knew food was here.”
“Diesel rocked back on his heels and grinned at the monkey. “Carl?”
“Eep!” The monkey stood, squinted at Diesel, and gave him the finger.
“Looks like you know each other,” I said.
“Our paths crossed in Trenton,” Diesel said. “How did he get here?”
“Monkey Rescue,” Glo told him. “He was abandoned.”
“Figures,” Diesel said.
The monkey gave him the finger again.
“Does he do that all the time?” I asked Diesel.
“Not all the time.”
“I got him by mistake,” Glo said. “And now we don’t know what to do with him.”
“You could turn him loose and let him go play in traffic.” Diesel said.
- Lizzy, Shirley, Diesel, and Carl, pages 132-134.”
“Did you bring the charms?” Wulf asked Diesel.
Diesel took the charms from his pocket and held them in his palm so Wulf could see.
“They have an excellent selection of baby carriages at Target,” I whispered to Diesel.
“Not now,” Diesel said. “Get a grip.”
“Was I bad? DO I need to get punished? Maybe I need a good paddling.”
Wulf looked like he was thinking about rolling his eyes, and Diesel wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me to him.
“We’ll get to that later,” Diesel said.
“I’d be happy to paddle the wench if you’re too bust.” Hatchet said.
Diesel cut his eyes to him, and Hatchet took a step back.
-Lizzy, Diesel, and Hatchet, page 304.”
“Your life isn't out of control. It's expanded.”
“Diesel sucked air. "You keep fondling me like that, and I might have to marry you."
"I'm not fondling you. I'm looking for the keys!"
"Could you look a little more gently? You're scaring my boys.”
“You took your clothes off?"
"You didn't notice?"
"No! Jeez Louise, I don't even know you."
"If you look under the covers, you'll know me better."
"I don't want to know you better!"
"That's a big fib," Diesel said.”
“This is part of the problem with the world today,” Diesel said. “People don’t believe in the mystical.”
“I would have graduated higher, but I flunked gravy.”
“So much for the sexy moment, I thought. Saved by monkey gas.”
“I’m not spectral, but I’ve been told I can be pretty damn phenomenal.”
“He lifts me up and carries me inside to our bed. This is what he does, after all. He’s the master of manipulation, the king of allure. He knows me inside and out—”
“Yes, and though watching tennis isn't a cure for feeling, it is a clean displacement of effort, will, and disappointment.”
“He turned and looked her solemnly in the eyes. “Is it too much to ask for a happy ending?” She smiled sadly. “I don’t think there are any happy endings left.”
“I didn’t want to put my church story in print because, the truth is, I still don’t know the ending. I am in the adolescence of my faith. There have been slammed doors and rolled eyes and defiant declarations of “I hate you!” hurled at every person or organization that represents the institutionalized church. I am angry and petulant, hopeful and naïve. I am trying to make my own way, but I haven’t yet figured out how to do that without exorcising the old one, without shouting it down, declaring my independence, and then running as fast as I can in the opposite direction. Church books are written by people with a plan and ten steps, not by Christians just hanging on by their fingernails.”
“We build up these ideas of people, create the one we want to be with, and then try to keep the real person inside the false mold. It doesn’t always work out well.”
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