Quotes from Mary Kay Andrews

Maggy's diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them

Saturday evening, Riley was sprawled out on the flowered chintz sofa in the library, engrossed in a book she estimated she'd first read when she was Maggy's age. It was a Helen MacInnes international espionage novel and, even without the spidery handwriting proclaiming it the property of Earline Riley on the flyleaf, she knew it had been her grandmother's.

A dowdy, depressed dwarf.

Ninety-nine years old and batting her eyelashes like a Chi O at a KA mixer.

Never fall in love with anything that can't love you back.

She's got the face of an angel and the soul of a pit bull–piranha hybrid.

For Ben, watching the bad guys blow up buildings and try to shoot down airliners just never got old.

After a moment of fiddling with the tuning dial she found a radio station playing '90s oldies.

She was a big ol' ho," Riley told her brother. "She put out more than the Tab machine in the Tri-Delta house.

She looked around the room and motioned for the waitress to bring her check. Eb waited while she settled her tab.

She's about as deep as an Arizona mud puddle.

You know, it's been my family's privilege to bury three generations of Nolans. And I knew Wendell from Kiwanis. He was a fine man. You have my condolences.

somehow, I must have given you my dog, Poppy, instead of Shaz." "Thanks a lot," Zoey said. "This damn dog has been barfing for ten minutes. She barfed all over the car, herself, me, it's everywhere. It's disgusting.

Wait until my wife sees this." He chortled. "She's said all along that we should just get rid of the darned cupboard doors. She even showed me a picture in one of her magazines, but I told her she was crazy. Just shows you how much I know." He

you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.

We've also bought three billboards, one over near the Bay Pines VA hospital, the other on I-75, north of the first Tampa exit, and the third on U.S. 19 in Clearwater.

And that point is, it doesn't matter how long you've known somebody. People change. Or you don't really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place.

Roo was a confirmed spinster, devoted birdwatcher and, to the chagrin of many of her relatives, a card-carrying liberal Democrat

Murder?" Roo's eyes shone with excitement. "Right here on Belle Isle?" "Roo!" Evelyn shook her head in exasperation. "For God's sake, have you no sense of propriety?

And the most important thing he told me was that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.

Our eighty-year-old bookkeeper slash office manager. I love Miss Joyce to pieces, but I seriously doubt she's interested in starting a new relationship.

shoulder-length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She introduced her partner

paint was a soft, grayed-down blue-green.

something?" "Relax," Lizzie said. "Granny never mentioned it. But she kept a scrapbook. She clipped all the newspaper articles about the disappearance of … what was his name again?" "Russell Strickland." As Josephine whispered the name, she