I Don't Fiddle Or Edit Or Change

You Are Who You Are. I Know You. You Believe That? "yea But--" "you're Eve Dallas. You're The Love Of My Life. My Heart And Soul. You're A Cop, Mind And Bone. You're A Woman Of Strength And Resilience. Stubborn, Hardheaded, Occassionally Mean As A Badger, And More Generous That You'll Admit.

I Generally Write A First Draft That's Pretty Lean. Just Get The Story Down.

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.

I Have To Say You Don't Look Anything Like A Policewoman." Maxia's Perfect Eyebrows Arched As She Gave Eve's Dress A Quick Scan. "leonardo Dresses You, Doesn't He?" "no, I Usually Do It Myself.

You Know, Lieutenant, You Wear Your Weapon The Way Other Women Wear Pearls." "it's Not A Fashion Accessory.