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FLY THE PLANE, MADDIE.
"Okay," I said slowly. "Can we talk? Do you have some time?"Griff lifted his big, bearded chin toward the sky and sighed, as if I had just asked for the moon. Then he pinned me with a big, ornery stare. "Time is pretty scarce, seeing as I gotta pull your car out of that ditch, too. And your tire is probably toast. I have to mow, inspect the fences, milk the cows and slaughter a pig. I have to interview a drug addict and check my apples. But then, maybe. After that."
"Jesus Christ." I stared at her. "Arsenic? Don't tell me you have access to arsenic.""Watson," she said patiently, "we're in the sciences building, and I have the keys."I put my head in my hands.
I looked down. "You're trying to make me into a hipster."
"I don't have to try."
"Do you want to tell me why?" she asked. It was clear that she knew that this was what friends did - showed interest in each other's lives, offered a willing ear when the other was upset - and that she was doing her best to mimic it. It was also clear that she'd rather be pouring a gallon of water onto a live wire. Then again, maybe she did that for fun, anyway. Who the hell knew.
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Walking away, he pointed at the Dodge. "That's a piece of shit.""I noticed."And that was that. The weirdest father-son reunion in the world was over. I watched his coveralls disappear into the garage. They probably hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine since I got sent to prison.
"Hey. Reading anything good?"She holds it up - a dark hardcover with a blurry picture of a girl hugging her knees on the cover. "Yeah, it's great. Enraging and powerful in the best way. You ever read any YA novels?"
"Most important question, though, my book-loving girl - do you ship us?"
"How could I not ship us?"
"But, like, where do we rank? Do we beat Tim and Jenna?"
"You mean Taylor and Jonah?" She sighs. "Yes, Frankie, I ship us harder than Taylor and Jonah."
She leaned close, so close that Nancy felt one of the other girl’s pigtails brush her shoulder. ‘‘Why are you crying, ghostie girl? Did someone walk across your grave?’’
She sighed, taking her hand off the autopsy table. "Put her here. I want to look at her before we dissolve her."
"Is this a creepy perv thing?" asked Christopher, as he and Nancy maneuvered the body through the lab. "I'm not sure I can stay to help if it's a creepy perv thing."
"I don't like corpses in that way unless they've been reanimated," said Jack. "Corpses are incapable of offering informed consent, and are hence no better than vibrators."
"I wish that didn't make so much sense," said Christopher.
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Då hon gick ifrån mig för att sätta sig såg jag att naglarna var långa och silverfärgade.Nu råkar det vara så att jag inte kan tåla just den färgen på naglar. Jag är kanske en smula överkänslig i frågor som gäller ton och smak, men när all naturlighet och äkthet hos en kvinna ersätts med en för dyra pengar köpt förkonstling, som formligen sticker en i ögonen, då blir jag förbannad. I detsamma upptäckte jag också en annan detalj som var ägnad att öka min ovilja. Visst har väl kvinnor rätt att ändra färgen på sitt hår, men om man genom ett av naturen mörkt hår drar en bred ljus strimma blir resultatet osmakligt grällt, och det var just vad fru Teerisuo hade gjort.
There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping.
They were becoming.
They were.
- Karlar - sade miss Williams och hejdade sig.
Som en rik man säger "bolsjeviker" - som en övertygad kommunist säger "kapitalister!" - som en god husmor säger "kackerlackor" - så sade miss Williams "karlar"!
Från hennes ungmö- och guvernanttillvaro spred sig en ström av hätsk feminism. Ingen som hörde henne tala kunde tvivla på att för miss Williams var karlarna Fienden!
Poirot sade:
- Ni har ingen hög tanke om männen?
Hon svarade torrt:
- Männen har fått den bästa lotten här i världen. Jag hoppas att det inte alltid kommer att vara så.