If You Want To Cry, You're Not

Ranger Plays By His Own Set Of Rules, And I Don't Have A Complete Copy.

I Wasnt Always A Writer. When I Went To College And Majored In Fine Arts, I Was A Painter. Then I Was A Stay-at-home Mom.

The 'barnaby' Books Were Always Intended To Be Graphic Novels.

Excuse Me?" I Said, Palms Down On The Formica Tabletop. "coffee? I Thought We Came Here For Pie." "i Don't Eat The Kind Of Pie They Serve Here." I Felt A Flash Of Heat Go Through My Stomach. I Knew Firsthand The Kind Of Pie Ranger Liked.

If Anything Happened To You, I'd Be So Destroyed They'd Have To Strap Me To A Bed And Feed Me Through A Tube. After Five Or Six Years, I Might Be Capable Of Taking Care Of Rex. In The Interim, You Should Assign A Guardian.