Ann Charles

Lucille,_ Norma Jean whispered loud enough for me to hear from my foliage hideout. She leaned over her walker and adjusted her glasses. __s that Willis Harvey up front by Elsa?___ell, pinch my pooch, I believe it is,_ Lucille said. __ barely recognize him with his clothes on.

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I__ be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in a red suit carrying a bag over his shoulder.(Violet Parker)

Violet Lynn Parker, you__ better spill or I__l start bellowing __appy Birthday_ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.

I__ not __tubborn.____h, really?__ifting my chin, I said, ____ determined._ (Violet to Doc)

Where you been, girl?_ Harvey answered. ____e been sendin_ you twits for the last hour.

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

For some stupid reason, I had this irrational need to prove to Cooper that I could inspect dead bodies over black coffee and maple bars just like him and the other guys on the police force.(Violet Parker)

I thought you were makin_ small talk about the weather.___hen have I ever made small talk with you?___hen we first met.___o, I made small talk with Bessie, your shotgun, until you removed her double barrels from my_kisser.__iolet and a typical conversation with Harvey

Call me crotchety, but I didn__ like being bossed around, especially before I__ injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker