She was in the only place she wanted to be right now. She was home.

I’ve wasted too much of my life already trying to please a man who can’t be pleased. It’s about time I pleased myself.

Rot,” Hortense said. “I keep telling you, Esme, the direct approach. It’s the only way. Churchill didn’t win the war by waiting for Hitler to come and talk to him.

Where’s that?” “Surprise us!” “Oh, we do like a magical mystery tour,” someone else shouted.

When you get to my age you’ll realize that life is too short to waste on anyone who doesn’t completely worship you.

Oh my God, he looks exactly like Santa!” she squeaked, unable to contain herself. Zach grinned and replied in a low voice behind his hand. “He is Santa, that’s why.