If I behave as though this is a completely normal situation, then maybe it will be ...

We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."

"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."

"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.

Oh, my God, you smiled! Mr. American Frown actually smiled!"
"Must have been a mistake. I'll speak to someone about it. Won't happen again."
"Well, good. Because you could do your face and injury, just smiling like that.

I often wonder what she's thinking," says Ed, still gazing up at her. "That's quite an intriguing expression she has."

"I often wonder that myself," chimes in Malcolm Gledhill eagerly. "She seems to have such a look of serenity and happiness...Obviously, from what you've said, she has a certain emotional connection with the painter Malory...I often wonder if he was reading her poetry as he painted..."

"What an idiot this man is," says Sadie scathingly in my ear. "It's obvious I what I'm thinking. I'm looking at Stephan and I'm thinking, I want to jump his bones."

"She wanted to jump his bones," I say to Malcolm Gledhill. Ed shoots me a disbelieving look, then bursts into laughter.

Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served when you've had enough time to build up enough vitriol and fury.

I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.