Quotes from Janet Dawson

truck for an uncle.

What do you want to

Garza narrowed his eyes, then leaned back in his

I've labored long and hard for bread, For honor and for riches, But on my corns too long you've tred You fine-haired sons of bitches.

making conversation next

Alice Gray returned with a lacquered Japanese tray bearing two steaming cups, a sugar bowl, and a little pitcher of milk. I took a seat on the sofa. The coffee was strong and bitter. I lightened it with some milk. My hostess settled into one of the wing chairs. "Vee says Beth is missing," she said, sipping her coffee.