She had refused as kindly as she know how, using up as much nice as she had energy for because she was glad of his company when three o'clock rolled around and she started thinking about September.
[…] three-barreled drillings, the two-barreled shotgun/rifle cape guns, and the four-barreled vierlings, which all featured some combination of rifle with shotgun barrels within the same gun.
But she changed her screensaver, which was a photo of Julian eating scrambled eggs—he was smiling, holding his fork away from himself, as if he were waving the eggs at her—and replaced it with a photo of Olivia, looking up from her desk […]
[…] all the metamorphosic fables of the Ancients turning policied and commercial people into horrid and savage monsters, will, like clouds before the sun, dispel and evaporate before the light of truth.
