“Out on the sidewalk, I called my sister as I trekked to the subway to tell her we would be late. “You’re going to be late to your own engagement celebration?” “This thing was your idea, not mine. You look… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing about true love—we never see the beginning or the end.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“My boyfriend recently asked me to marry him. I said yes. He’s the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever known. Problem is, the diamond he gave me was smaller than I hoped for. I don’t really want to hurt his feelings. I need to know a polite way to express my disappointment. –Lori, Manhattan God has the same dilemma when it… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“Monday night I had to go out of town, up to Boston for a quick meeting early Tuesday morning. My flight was delayed, and I was sitting in the airport reading the paper. Before Soraya, I started with the business section first. These days, I turned to Ask Ida, before catching up on the market watch. Between soap operas and… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“He spun my stool around to face him and took my face in his hands. “What do you say we go back to the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“while the truth hurts, it’s like a Band-Aid when you rip it off. The pain goes away. It’s the lies and questioning that keep you aching for a long time.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“Sorry. It’s a technique I use to fend off the panic — screaming at the top of my lungs.” “That’s the best technique you have?” “I have a few different techniques. I can also massage my balls." “Excuse me?” “I have balls. Massaging them really helps.” “Your… balls? You looked like a woman to me, pretty damn shapely from the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share
“How is your grandmother?” “She told Cambria to let me know she was cutting me out of her will if I didn’t break her… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Because music expresses all the things people can’t say, but are impossible to keep quiet.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Soon, Liv,” he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. “I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
