“Forgive me, Old One." Vaughn stifled a yawn. "Is there a point to this bedtime story?" Rhys picked up the fork from Vaughn's plate and drove it into his brother's thigh. "There. I've made four points for him.” — Hailey Edwards Copy Share Image
“We’ve apparently come a long way since the 1966 Mustang,” added Michelle. “I drove my brother’s hand-me-down in college. It had something called an eight-track player.” — David Baldacci Copy Share Image
