“Whatever you two, I'm glad you're not tearing each other's eyes out anymore, but honestly that's getting a little too close for my liking.” Nichole said irritably then walked out. I looked back at Nora and she was glaring at me.
First, call me a traditionalist, call me a scientific-materialist, call me whateveryou want, but I wanted whoever was going to guide me out of this mess to have two very simple letters after his or her name: M and D.
Mr. KATTOUF: We don't know what it would take, but I'll tell you what - whatever it is it's probably a lot more today than it would've been two years ago.