Do you think she'll say anything?
My mother—Randy's grandmother—god, she'll have a fit!
Thanks, I know we can count on you, Katie, but I think she'll be more comfortable staying at our house.
I believe she'll stick it out and be good for him.
She'll have a protector to keep him from killing her, but anyone else you'd send wouldn't last the week.
And what a voice she has; though she's my daughter, I tell the truth when I say she'll be a singer, a second Salomoni!
She'll have to stay here tonight.
She'll lose those, too.
Then he added, "She'll probably take a nap till the sun goes down."
She'll be lucky if I let her survive the day.
"If you sit on the couch, she'll come to you," she offered, watching as Darian searched the condo.
I can assure you if she's found going through my portals again, she'll be sent straight to me.
I doubt if she'll go to you.
She'll be closer to her age.
She'll wake up in the middle of the night, wide awake.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
I keep telling him that as long as he gives her money, she'll never get out of trouble, but he just says she's the only sister he has and he has the money.
Maybe sometime she'll feel comfortable with having a hired hand around - or maybe she'll get married again.
The sea shore is too far to the east so I fear she'll be remanded to a roadside bier of Kudzu and discarded fast food wrappers.
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
When he didn't respond, I added, She'll have a hell of a headache but you guys both have some bridges in need of serious damage control.
"Martha hasn't made up her mind about flying out to the funeral but if she goes, she'll take Claire as well," my wife said, with a note of sadness in her voice.
My wife bought it and she'll kill me.
She'll give up her husband who she practically calls stupid and this other Abbott person just so she can live.
If her powers grow enough, she'll not only prevent us from stitching up the tear between realms, but she'll open the doorway between the two worlds.
"She'll be okay, Damian," Sofi's soft voice greeted him as he opened his eyes.
"The thing is, I'm not sure she'll make it out of this alive anyway," Jule said and rubbed the back of his neck.
She'll be okay, Dusty said.
She'll be all right.
She'll have to remain here for a couple of days.
I doubt she'll appreciate it though.
"She'll be ours!" said Lavrushka to Ilyin, winking.
Let us write her a letter at once, and she'll come here and all will be explained, or else, my dear boy, let me tell you it's quite likely you'll have to suffer for it.
She'll make a splendid princess!
Why, she'll rush out more dead than alive just in the things she is wearing; if you delay at all there'll be tears and 'Papa' and 'Mamma,' and she's frozen in a minute and must go back--but you wrap the fur cloak round her first thing and carry her to the sleigh.
"Come into the courtyard or you'll be seen; she'll come out directly," said she.
She'll get used to the change, though, and respond the way everyone around her does.
Why don't you call Mums and see if she'll watch Destiny?
She'll get up in a little bit.
Of course, she doesn't want the farm either, so she'll sell that.
"If she knocked him off, next she'll be putting the blame on you," Fred said.
Then she'll be the one running unopposed.