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" Everyone there was from Kinergy, except me and Susan. “Breathtaking,” Susan said, “isn’t it.” “Think of the pressure,” I said. “Do I look like a winner? Am I dressed right? Am I talking to the right people? Have I signed up for the right activities? What if I’ve signed up for sailing and it turns out that only losers sign up for sailing?” “You can smell the fear,” Susan said. “And the greed.” “That too,” I said. “We have penetrated to the heart,” Susan said, “of corporate America. "
― Robert B. Parker , Bad Business (Spenser, #31)
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" Susan was holding a glass of pinot grigio, from which she had, in theory, been drinking for an hour and ten minutes. It was down nearly half an inch. She took another sip, and swallowed, looking at the room. Her lips were slightly parted, the residue of wine making them gleam. I knew that jumping over there and sitting on her lap was unseemly. I fought the impulse back. “We only assume something to be an accident when all other explanations fail,” she said. “Wow,” I said. “Is that the royal we? Or are you talking about you and me?” “You and me,” she said. “I only use the royal we for state occasions. "
― Robert B. Parker , Bad Business (Spenser, #31)
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" Makes both of us good,” Susan said. “We are hounds for the truth.” “Woof,” I said. We sat with our shoulders touching and our backs to the land, and ate our lunch, and drank our wine, and felt the pull of the ocean’s implacable kinesis. “Should we walk back to the White Barn and have a nap?” I said. “And afterwards a swim in the pool, and cocktails, and dinner?” “Is ‘nap’ a euphemism for something more active?” Susan said. “The two are not mutually exclusive,” I said. “No,” Susan. “But it’s important that they don’t coincide. "
― Robert B. Parker , Bad Business (Spenser, #31)