“I remember," she said. "Lawrence Malley. He was an expert in security systems." "Aka Lightfinger Larry." Dan grinned. "He was also wanted in five states." "Great," Amy groaned. "I sent you to a tutorial with a crook." "It got us in here, didn't it?" "I guess I'm grateful to him, then," Amy said doubtfully. "Don't be," Dan said. "The first lock I opened was on your diary. Don't worry, I read two pages and fell asleep.” FirstsSaidTwoStatesWantedRememberWorryFiveSecurityPagesGratefulExpertsLocksDiariesLarryAmyCrooksSecurity SystemsAkaTutorial Author:Judy Blundell
“I always wanted a father. Any kind. A strict one, a funny one, one who bought me pink dresses, one who wished I was a boy. One who traveled, one who never got up out of his Morris chair. Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief. I wanted shaving cream in the sink and whistling on the stairs. I wanted pants hung by their cuffs from a dresser drawer. I wanted change jingling in a pocket and the sound of ice cracking in a cocktail glass at five thirty. I wanted to hear my mother laugh behind a closed door.” KindWantedMotherFatherSoundBehindsBoysLaughingFiveDoorsDoctorsDressesGlassesLawyerIceChiefsIndianThirtyPocketsChairsPantsCreamHungTraveledStrictStairsCocktailsDrawersClosed DoorsShavingWhistlingCuffsDressersMorrisShaving CreamIndian Chief Book:What I Saw and How I Lied Source: What I Saw and How I Lied
