Maybe It Was Me," Grandma Said."sometimes They

Grandma Mazur Stood Two Feet Back From My Mother. "i Gotta Get Me A Pair If Those," She Said, Eyeballing My Shorts. "i've Still Got Pretty Good Legs, You Know." She Raised Her Skirt And Looked Down At Her Knees. "what Do You Think? You Think I'd Look Good In Them Biker Things?" Grandma Mazur Had Knees Like Doorknobs.

What's This Outfit? You Can't Afford Clothes? Are You Wearing Other Peoples?" Helen Plum

Opening My Door To Dillon Ruddick, My Bulding Super. I Handed Him A Cup Of Coffee. "sorry About The Blood." "what Was It This Time?" No One Reported Gunfire." "i Hit A Guy In The Face With A Hair Dryer." "whoa." Dillon Said. "it Wasn't My Fault," I Told Him. "maybe We Should Lay Down Some Linoleum Here. It Would Make Things Easier For Clean Up.

If I Let Her In I'm Doomed. It's Like Inviting A Vampire Into Your House. Once You've Invite Them In, That's It, You're Good As Dead!

In Spite Of All The Sparring That Went On Between Us, I Sort Of Liked Morelli. Good Judgment Told Me To Stand Clear Of Him, But Then I've Never Been A Slave To Good Judgment.