He was not looking forward to breaking the law. He was straight now. He'd matured. Crime no longer excited him.

What?' Ronald said.

I didn't say anything.'

You're breathing heavy.

You want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great,
headbanging sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.

Heartache often drives us to consume things we wouldn't otherwise, such as an entire pint of Caramel Pecan Perfection high-fat ice cream, covered in ganache, the crack cocaine of frozed dairy. Twelve hundred calories per pint, six hundred and eighty of which are fat calories, but is only dulls the pain for the moment, there's that carb fog while you're standing at the sink shoving it in your face, and then it's over and you feel...used. Like a cheap pickup the Dove people seduced and abandoned in your kitchen, leaving you with sticky hands and an empty cup and a still-broken heart, except now you're mad at Dove, too.

His sentences didn't seem to have any verbs, which was par for a politician. All nouns, no action.

Where were all the women gamblers? It wasn't as if being a woman wasn't a huge risk all by itself. Twenty-eight percent of female homocide victims were killed by husbands or lovers.

Which, come to think of it, was probably why there weren't any women gamblers. Living with men was enough of a gamble.

That woman needs protecting like Rambo needs a bodyguard.