Phil Riley said the Norfolk police suggested Jeff was drunk.
I waited, though God knows Jeff tried hard enough to get at me!
Jeff gave Dean a smile as big as a full moon.
Jeff began lugging his gear toward the door.
And the priest from the church where Jeff and I sometimes go came by.
I'm sorry, I keep talking as if Jeff is still alive.
Little things keep popping into mind—like Jeff won't be here for Randy's graduation, or he'll miss a neighbor's surprise party, or we'll never get to the Top of the Mark.
Jeff was a careful drinker.
Jeff liked the water and especially loved the ocean.
Jeff does silly things sometimes—it wouldn't be totally out of character for him to do something on a whim.
Jeff is too simple.
Jeff is very moral.
He added, "I guess that's why Jeff had too much booze."
I saw Jeff having lunch with this girl just a few weeks ago.
"I know it would be tough finding a place this close to the weekend," Jeff continued, "but we've got some friends that have a cabin.
"Jeff finished the deck last fall," she said, "just before the snow.
Jeff erys's West Indian and American Atlases (1 775, 1 77 8).
Norman, Terebratulina caput-serpentis L., Terebratula (Gwynia) capsules Jeff., Magellania (Macandrevia) cranium Mull.,M.
Wood, Cryptopora gnomon Jeff., Rhynchonella (Hemithyris) psittacea Gmel., Crania anomala Mull., and Discinisca atlantica King.
Sometimes Jeff had this notion about protecting me from anything unpleasant.
Jeff Byrne had worked for World Wide for 15 years and seemed at least content with the work he was doing.
Jeff was terrible with money.
Jeff doesn't make much, but we make do, and he's tickled pink to let me do the paper work.
Jeff is never sick and is a real stickler for that sort of thing.
It was kind of a dumb thing for ol' Jeff to do, wasn't it?
Yeah, ol' Jeff was content.
Naw. Jeff would hit all of the districts a few times a year, spend two, sometimes three days depending on the need.
Was Jeff much of a drinker?
Dean assumed it was Jeff Byrne's son, Randy.
My sister lives up in Parkside and sometimes I hook a ride up with Jeff so's I can visit.
"Just the thought of Jeff having a chick on the side struck me funny, that's all," he answered.
You'd just have to know Jeff Byrne to appreciate it.
Besides, Jeff Byrne's health was good.
Jeff used to jog and all but he got a bum knee.
Imagine me giving Cindy Byrne a call and telling her she's cut off, at least until ol' Jeff floats in?
Jeff Byrne is the last of the straight arrows.
I'd have asked anyone else for more reason, but nobody could remember Jeff taking a day off—ever.
I mean, I don't know anything about March fourth but I know Jeff hasn't been sick for years and years.
We use local doctors and dentists and Jeff tries to schedule evening appointments because it's difficult with his working in Philadelphia.
"Randy and I tried to remember the day you said Jeff was absent from work," she said.
Jeff loved his Phillies cap.
I worked with Jeff, see?
Take my word for it, there was no business reason for Jeff to be having lunch with Cece Baldwin—just monkey business.
You know what Jeff said?
If Jeff had wanted, I'd have slept with him—in a minute.
Jeff used to ride, years ago.
Then she added, I was pleased by the comments of that girl Cece Baldwin—how Jeff went out of his way to help her.
"Jeff and I used to bike a lot when Randy was just an infant," she reminisced, as she rested in the shade of a giant maple.
I can talk about Jeff in the past tense now.
Dean wondered if Jeff was not the saint she thought, not deceased, instead bopping along somewhere west of Kansas, with several million bucks in his pocket.
You were asking about Jeff and all.
Vinnie Baratto, the con, recognized that your husband was missing and got it into his head Jeff might have come across the money.
I can't even picture Jeff doing something stupid like that.
Then Randy told me about the bike magazine and how you'd been interested in it—how Jeff marked the information on this tour.
"It's been five years tonight since Jeff died," Cynthia Dean said to her husband.
But if I'd looked closely at what they said took place, I'd have seen that just wasn't something Jeff would have done.
Jeff never mentioned finding the money, not even after he thought it had been returned—just because of some silly sense of not placing me in harm's way.
If Jeff had confided in me that he'd found the money, I'd have walked him straight to the police and he might be alive today!
You almost blew it—you were just as bad as Jeff back then!
I never could understand how Winston was so positive the person you were following was Jeff when you knew all along it was that other horrid man.
Jeff wouldn't have left, especially for money.