I Don't Know Much About Cars," Joyce

And When I Was In The Trunk, I Saw Jesus. And The Virgin Mary. And Ozzy Osbourne.

Maybe It's Just Not The Right Time For Us To Be Married. I Don't Want To Be A Bounty Hunter For The Rest Of My Life, But I Certainly Don't Want To Be A Housewife Right Now. And I Really Don't Want To Be Married To Someone Who Gives Me Ultimatums. And Maybe Joe Needs To Examine What He Wants From A Wife. He Was Raised In A Traditional Italian Household With A Stay-at-home Mother And Domineering Father. If He Wants A Wife Who Will Fit Into That Mold, I'm Not For Him. I Might Be A Stay-at-home Mother Someday, But I'll Always Be Trying To Fly Off The Garage Roof. That's Just Who I Am.

Ranger Picked Up And There Was A Moment Of Silence As If He Was Sensing Me At The Other End, Taking My Body Temperature And Heart Rate Long Distance. “babe,” He Finally Said. “do You Know The Slum Apartment Building Bobby Sunflower Owns On Stark?” “yes. It’s On The Same Block As His Funeral Home.” “that’s The One. I’m Going In To Look For Someone. If You Don’t Hear From Me In A Half Hour Maybe You Could Send Someone To Check.” “is This A Smart Thing To Do?” “probably Not.” “as Long As You Know,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

Last Time You Called Me Late At Night You Were Naked And Chained To Your Shower Curtain Rod. I Hope This Isn't Going To Be Disappointing.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.