Sumbitch wasn't even needed, that's the funny part; just some eager-beaver bastard couldn't mind his own… — Richard Yates

Why couldn't she stop talking? Did all lonely people have that problem?

After a second or two he thrust the muzzle forward and broke out the pane of glass, less because he knew it would make for a better aim than because it was what gunmen always did behind windows in movies.

"I expect you'll miss your friends."

"I don't really have any friends; not real ones. Anyway, we'll make new friends."