2 Quotes by M.K. Schiller

The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?

If you think you’re doing some charity work with me… something altruistic by taking pity on poor little Lanie, get over it now, mister—”Her fork flew right out of her hand, past Kyle’s shoulder. She sat there for a second staring disbelievingly at her empty hand. Then she narrowed her eyes at Kyle and snatched the fork out of his hand and used it.-“That’s my fork, Lanie.”-“Fork you, Kyle,