I Don't Want My Readers

From The Look On Your Face, I'd Say You Know Him." I Nodded. "sold Him A Cannoli When I Was In High School." Connie Grunted. "honey, Half Of All The Women In New Jersey Have Sold Him Their Cannoli

There's Me And Then There's You, And You Aren't Ever Going To Be As Good As Me, Sweet Thing." Ranger

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

Arson Is A Respected Profession Among Certain Subcultures In Jersey, And The Good Ones Don't Get Caught. The Good Ones Channel Lightning And Mysterious Acts Of Spontaneous Combustion.

Who's The Best Person You Know. Of All The People You Know Personally, Is There Anyone Who Has A Sense Of Right And Wrong And Lives By It? This Was A Sticky Question Because It Would Have To Be Ranger ...but I Suspected He Occasionally Killed People. Only Bad People, Of Course, But Still...