I Do Indeed Write On The Road.

God Is Dead And I Am His Replacement.

And Don’t Worry.” Bob, Carter’s Best Man And Colleague, Held Up A Notebook Computer. “i’ve Got It Handled On This End. And I Memorized The Vows Just In Case He Needs Me To Throw Him A Line.” “you’re A Treasure, Bob.” She Waited Until She Was Out Of Earshot To Laugh.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.

You All Right?" Diana Let Out A Deep Breath. "ask Me Again When I'm Not Praying.

Men Shake Hands After They Beat Each Other Up; We Eat Chocolate.