Mary Stewart Will Always Be My Goddess.

And Yet, Anything Real, Anything Strong, Was Never Easy. She'd Been Taught From An Early Age That The Things That Mattered Most Were The Hardest To Obtain.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.

The Worst, The Very Worst Requirement Of Friendship, In Eve Dallas's Opinion, Was Sitting Through An Entire Evening Of Childbirth Classes. What Went On There--the Sights, The Sounds, The Assault On All The Senses--turned The Blood Cold.

She Was Tough In The Best Sense Of The Word. She'd Taken Blows, The Disappointments, And Had Worked Her Way Through Them. Some People, He Knew, Would Have Buckled Under, Found A Clutch, Or Given Up. But She Had Carved A Place For Herself And Made It Work.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.