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421 pages, Hardcover
First published August 21, 2007
"Agnes, you're curious and fascinating and wonderful. You should probably not stab anybody with a meat fork again, but why be nice when you can be Cranky Agnes..." Lisa Livia slapped her hands on the table. "... Stop pretending you're normal. You're insane. Make that work for you."
"There's nobody I'd go to faster in a crisis, but you are nuts. And not in a cute way. You have been since I met you."
Agnes looked at her stunned. "I was fourteen when I met you."
Lisa Livia nodded, chewing omelet. "And everybody in that damn boarding school was scared of you. You know what the first thing they told me was? Don't make Agnes mad."
Shane: “What did Taylor want?�
Agnes: “He brought the health inspector out to shut down the wedding�
Shane : “Did you kill him?�
Agnes: “No. So how was your day? You kill anybody?� She stopped, realizing with horror that he might have.
“Angry welts on the face. Agnes and her hot raspberry sauce.
Blood underneath the dirty hair. Agnes and her frying pan.
Neck twisted and broken. Agnes and her unknown basement with no stairs.
Joey’s Little Agnes didn’t need protecting, but he might stay and put up some warning signs for unsuspecting intruders. Something like BEWARE OF THE COOK or AGNES KILLS.�
“…Agnes came around the counter, her arms full of food, looking like she had every dish in the refrigerator, and dumped it all on the table between them.
“This is my kitchen,� she said, an edge of hysteria in her voice, “and enough goddamn people have been shot in it. You are my family, you’re the only family I’ve got, so you’re going to put those guns away and eat something right now. Or there’s going to be hell to pay.�
She slapped a loaf of bread down on the table and looked at them both, blood in her eyes, and Joey and Frankie both hesitated. “You do not want me angry,� Agnes said, and then both nodded once and, like the unhappy, dysfunctional family they were, they put the guns away together.�