It was quite her own idea, and was given in the house of Mrs. Mahlon D. Spaulding, sister of Mr. John P. Spaulding, one of Helen's kindest and most liberal friends.
I'll let D know what's going on.
D, you coming down for the festivities?
"Thanks, D," Jule said quietly.
I want Han, though, D. You promised.
You always beat me to every punch, D, and for once, I nailed you!
"Tell D if anyone kills her, it'll be me," Jule replied.
"Thanks, D," Jule said again.
D, I need my Original powers back, but I'm not going back to the immortal realm.
D out, he said into the mic before tossing it on the desk.
"Go get D," the man called Han said.
"She's little, pick her up before D sees the blood all over the floors," another of the men urged.
"You can blame the Wild Things, D," Han said.
D reached out to her, and she recoiled, pushing herself farther into the corner.
D said, holding up his hands.
D touched her, and the visions fled as if at his command.
"Jake, clean up the floors," D ordered.
D disappeared into the bathroom adjoining her room and washed his hands.
"You're not so good on your feet yet," D said.
"D," the two responded simultaneously.
If you have questions, ask D. We're not at liberty to discuss much with you.
D, we need to get to her now.
D, put her down.
"Move, D," Dusty ordered, snatching the defibrillator from Laney.
"Can't take you anywhere, D," Dusty complained.
D, I didn't know.
I owe D my life.
I guess D is something less normal than my Lon.
You have no idea how special you are if D is your sponsor.
I was telling D that Rainy went off the deep end when we told him about the girls!
D, I'm in love with her.
Very serious consideration was given to the question whether it would be better to put A in B's place and B in D's, or on the contrary to put D in A's place, and so on--as if anything more than A's or B's satisfaction depended on this.
A was undermining B, D was undermining C, and so on in all possible combinations and permutations.
She.d barely known what to do when he un-claimed her two days ago, but at least he was alive.
She wrapped her arms around him, comforted by his scent and tormented it was the last time she.d smell him.
Even if we did, they.d both come after us.
I.d rather know you.re safe than live without you.
Her attention turned to a different direction, the way she.d walked half an hour ago from the beach.
Katie awoke sweating in her bed in the cavernous room to which she.d been exiled upon arriving to the Immortals. castle in the French Alps.
When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l."
One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled "d-o-l-l" and tried to make me understand that "d-o-l-l" applied to both.
TO MR. JOHN D. WRIGHT Cambridge, December 9, 1900.