She'd always had problems putting on weight.
She'd get over him.
She'd be willing to take a job someplace else.
She'd buy the pizza and have it delivered if they would bring her some.
They said she'd be sleepy because of the medicine, so I'll try to sleep while she is asleep.
Besides, it was time to replace some of the things she'd been wearing since before they were married.
She'd have to wait, and maybe by that time sanity would have returned.
He couldn't understand why she would say that when she'd been living in his house so long.
He was no gentleman, and she'd best keep that in mind.
It was a question she'd have to ask Cade.
She'd established an internet blog devoted to the subject, with the hits increasing daily.
If she knew I was hiring you as a companion, she'd be embarrassed.
When she didn't get her way, she'd cry and act like she was afraid of him.
Martha came in with baby Clair looking as if she'd gotten over what ailed her.
She was positive she'd be lost for life.
This was the same man who treated her so coldly earlier today, and she'd do best to keep that picture in her mind.
Today while she was in town, she'd ask Connie if she knew what it was.
I think her biggest fear was that she'd lose him.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
I never met your mother, but if she was anything like you, I reckon he thought she'd do just that.
She'd like to give Claudette a piece of her mind, but that would be unprofessional.
You can bet she'd turn Howie in in a minute for that much dough!
If this was what defined a vacation away from home, she'd just as soon stay at home.
From now on she'd have a lot more respect for the art of romancing.
Actually, she'd rather get a room than stay in the house.
Because he was trying to dig up dirt on me so she'd leave.
I could understand why he would be chasing her, but if I'd have known she'd go for a guy older than me...
After a few minutes of rest she'd go help them.
She'd already burned her bridges behind her.
She'd be willing to bet the woman was as hard nosed in her sleep.
Bordeaux was the closest thing she'd had to a friend in a long time... other than Pete, of course.
She'd need that time to settle her business and pack her things.
It would allow my future wife, who was from Iowa, to view a part of the country she'd never seen.
I took the receiver as Betsy dialed the number she'd copied from the television announcement.
She was unable to pin him down on the cases of ours she'd documented earlier but he practically admitted he was personally responsible for all them and more.
I'd tell her real story, as much as she'd allow, while still maintaining her absolute privacy.
Her stammering made it obvious she'd taken at least some of the calls.
My monolog was blurted out non-stop for fear she'd cut me off before I finished.
I prayed she'd take my warning seriously and maybe give us some helpful press in the bargin.
Martha asked if she'd like to hold the baby, thrilling Molly further.
"Not at seventeen," Julie said quickly, and then looked as if she wished she'd not been so outspoken.
No. She's sleeping but I'm sure she'd be willing to hear what's troubling you.
It was clear she'd overheard a lot of information and as I was fearful she might confide in someone else, I admitted to her that Howie was the person the world was seeking, the so-called psychic tipster.
Julie was a basket case when she learned she'd be required to transfer planes in Los Angeles.
As she'd never even visited an airport much less flown, frequent traveler Betsy carefully told her the dos and don'ts while she printed her boarding pass.
Still, you'd have thought she'd lost the Hope diamond the way she carried on.
She told me one time; she'd never cheated on Quinn.
Alex didn't know about her fear of flying and she'd just as soon he didn't learn.
She'd deal with him later.
She'd rent a horse at the livery in the morning and ride out to the ranch.
I was using the bathroom after Betsy and heard her tell Martha she'd slept like winter bear.
Yes, these verses Nicholas wrote himself and I copied some others, and she found them on my table and said she'd show them to Mamma, and that I was ungrateful, and that Mamma would never allow him to marry me, but that he'll marry Julie.
"And I know why she'd be ashamed," said Petya, offended by Natasha's previous remark.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
"What?" she asked, glancing around to see what she'd absentmindedly done this time.
She'd start feeling more comfortable with the room.
Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.
Claire seemed pleased to be held by anyone, at least most of the time, but on occasion she'd let out a scream, loud enough to shake Howie from the past in spite of his near-soundproof basement room.
If he hadn't come along, she'd probably be dead, and yet, he had done nothing to assist after Allen left.
She'd better find a safe place until they arrived.
What are the odds that she'd ever meet him, much less marry him?