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" I have no idea. You know what’s really scary?” “What?” “No one will tell you.” “Like who?” “Anyone. It’s the damnedest thing. I really want to know what I’m up against. So I ask my best friend, she’s had two. She says, ‘Oh, when you see what you get it’s worth it.’ That’s no answer, right? So I ask someone else who didn’t use any anesthesia. She says, ‘Oh, you’ll forget all about it when you see the baby.’ That’s not an answer either. And my mom was knocked out, old-style, when she had me. So she can’t tell me, and she probably wouldn’t. It’s some kind of mom conspiracy. "
― Charlaine Harris , A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden, #2)
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" When we came back to the sun deck, the party talk had swung around to the bones found at the end of the street. Carey was saying the police had been to ask her if there was anything she remembered that might help to identify the bones as her husband’s. “I told them,” she was saying, “that that rascal had run off and left me, not been killed. For weeks after he didn’t come back, I thought he might walk back through that door with those diapers. You know,” she told Aubrey parenthetically, “he left to get diapers for the baby and never came back.” Aubrey nodded, perhaps to indicate understanding or perhaps because he’d already heard this bit of Lawrenceton folklore. "
― Charlaine Harris , A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden, #2)
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" Well, well, now, let’s see about you, Miss Teagarden,” the lawyer said jovially when we were alone. “Where’s that file? Gosh-a-Moses, it’s somewhere in this mess here!” Much rummaging among the papers on his desk. By now I was not deceived. Bubba Sewell for some reason found this Lord Peter Wimsey–like pretense of foolishness useful, but he was not foolish, not a bit. “Here we are, it was right there all the time!” He flourished the file as though its existence had been in doubt. "
― Charlaine Harris , A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden, #2)
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" No, of course I don’t mind paying the electric bill. Do Parnell and Leah have a key?” “No, Jane was firm about that. Parnell came to me and offered to go through and get Jane’s clothes and things packed away, but of course I told him no.” “Oh?” “They’re yours,” he said simply. “Everything”—and he gave that some emphasis, or was it only my imagination—“everything in this house is yours. Parnell and Leah know about their five thousand, and Jane herself handed him the keys to her car two days before she died and let him take it from this carport, but, other than that, whatever is in this house”—and suddenly I was alert and very nearly scared—“is yours to deal with however you see fit.” My eyes narrowed with concentration. What was he saying that he wasn’t really saying? "
― Charlaine Harris , A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden, #2)
