The autopsy report is going to read ‘suicide.’”
And the DP is going to read ‘Suicide by Felon’?
Louis slammed the phone down to give vent to his frustration. Henderson wouldn’t mind. They were well used to each other at this point.
BILL: Dunno, but I think his tantrums would be cuter if he wore a dress…
LOU:
“You okay? Your blood pressure is up. Maybe you should try paava leaves.”
Louis scowled. “Take a shot at her? She’s not a deer, Jimmy.” Even if she did have doe eyes.
Awww
I mean, I was standing by the buffet when she dropped her little purse thing, and she bent over to get it, and let me just say – ”
LOUIS:
Grabbing his hand, she eagerly dragged him over to the dining area. “Look, I set the table!”
She was so excited. Had she ever had reason to set a table before? Had anyone ever bothered to show her how? Louis couldn’t remember.
“Clara even showed me how to fold the napkins into different shapes. Look!”
Were she and Lucy already planning a wedding and naming the children?
If it’s a girl, Lois. If it’s a boy, Clark.
If he had come home earlier, would he have caught them wearing pillow cases on their heads and humming ‘Here comes the bride’?
Paranoid, much?
It figured that Lucy would have neglected to tell Clara that she wasn’t twenty-one yet.
No, Clara had brought a warmth to his apartment that had nothing to do with the food. It was just like having another sister, an older one that Lucy could look up to. It was nice.
If you liked that sort of thing.
I don’t know. Is he into that sort of thing? You know, brother and sister…