If I Let Her In I'm Doomed.

Ranger Declined The Butterscotch Pudding, Not Wanting To Disrupt The Consistency Of His Blood Sugar Level. I Had Two Puddings And Coffee, Choosing To Keep My Pancreas At Peak Performance. Use It Or Lose It Is My Philosophy.

Cupcake, Your Middle Name Is Trouble.

I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

That Might Work," I Said. "i'm Good At Faking It." This Led To A Couple Moments Of Uncomfortable Silence From Both Of Us. "you Didn't Mean... ?" Morelli Asked. "no. Of Course Not." "never?" "maybe Once." His Eyes Narrowed. "once?" "it's All That Comes To Mind. It Was The Time We Were Late For Your Uncle Spud's Birthday Party." "i Remember That. That Was Great. You're Telling Me You Faked It?" "we Were Late! I Couldn't Concentrate. It Seemed Like The Best Way To Go.

I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down By Long Passages Of Narrative.