Marry Me, Rebecca...you Might As Well Say

"statues Are Too Much Like Dolls, And Dolls Are Creepy. You Keep Expecting Them To Blink. And The Ones That Smile, Like This?" Eve Kept Her Lips Tight Together And She Curved Them Up. "you Know They've Got Teeth In There. Big, Sharp, Shiny Teeth." "i Didn't. But Now I've Got To Worry About It."

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.

You Have To Trust Or You're Only Living Half A Life.

She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously Alive.

But Roarke Doesn't Feel Weird About It. He's Full Of It, The Love, I Mean. And When He Loves Me, Things That Never Worked In Me Did - Do. It Was Easier When They Didn't Work, But It's Better When They Do. You Know?