Stephanie,' Valerie said. 'She's going to have a baby, and she's getting married. ' My father was confused. He looked around the room. No Joe. No Ranger. His eyes locked on Diesel. 'Not the psycho,' he said. Diesel blew out a sigh. My father turned to my mother. 'Get me the carving knife. Make sure it's sharp.
I think that the worst unpleasantness of age is not its final fact. . . but the tediousness of preparation, the accumulating number of defeats.