A doctor appointment confirmed what she already knew, and that everything was normal - as normal as they could be under the circumstances.
A few weeks wouldn't mean the difference in paying for college, and she could use the time to relax.
A home with bittersweet memories - a home she could no longer have?
A kid who stole matches so he could light spiders on fire and watch how far they ran.
A person couldn't avoid fate, but they could control the way they responded to it.
A spiked drink might seem harmless, but if a person was taking certain prescription drugs, it could be dangerous.
Actually, I could make guesses, but they might well be spectacularly wrong and a guy doesn't want that haunting him ten years from now.
Actually, it could stand a good washing and a paint job, but surely he didn't expect her to do that.
After all of Jonny's childhood injuries she'd healed, she couldn't fix her own heart!
After examining the various dials and switches on Quinn's machines, I had a fairly clear idea of each; I could turn it on and increase and decrease the settings.
Again she wondered if she had bit off more than she could chew.
Alex and Jonathan wanted to help decorate, but there were some basic things that could be done.
Alex helped the man get the luggage into the trunk and then hurried to assist Carmen into the car before the man could touch her.
All I could muster was a thank you.
All I could think was once again, we were oh so close, but he'd alluded us.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldn't care less where I am.
All the money in the world couldn't have saved her.
All the while, I couldn't block the vision of the wife I so loved, being herded at knife point.
All this was so terrible and unreal that he could not understand it at all, and so had good reason to be afraid.
Although she was far away, she could see that he was watching her.
An answer was impossible, even if she could stop coughing long enough.
And so, if she couldn't have it in her head, she'd put it into his.
And yet, now the twins could return to their beloved ranch – the one she had finished paying off.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!
Apparently time had caught up with Mom before she could finish.
As for the ranch, she had always known it could be taken away.
As long as Quinn could place Howie in the past, we'd do everything in our power to support the effort.
As we made the turn into the mall I could see at least half dozen police cruisers, some with lights still spinning, parked helter-skelter near the entrance.
At any time a gust of wind could send the car over the cliff.
At first I couldn't understand Howie's mumble but then it became clearer.
At first I pulled back but then I sort of pushed forward and found I could pass right in!
At least he could move around, in his dream state, while we were obligated to remain silent and unmoving.
Aunt Clara and Uncle George couldn't find enough good things to say about you.
Bad science fiction plots, speculating on futures which could not really happen, are the worst examples of this.
Before I could respond, my cell phone played a Chopin etude.
Before I could say more, I heard the telltale noise of breaking glass from the far side of the house!
Before I could, the door was kicked open I was grabbed about the neck in a strangle hold that gagged me and a knife jabbed upward under my chin!
Before she could get a word out, Howard covered her mouth with his.
Before the operator could respond, I blurted out Howie's address.
Behind him, to the far right, I could see the front door was off its hinges, wrested to a strange angle.
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
Ben, could you start up Quinn's machines and see if maybe you could get them to work?
Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.
Besides, he did come back Cassie could feel Bordeaux's intent gaze.
Betsy agreed but suggested we wait until Molly finished her bath so she could speak with her mother first.
Black figures flitted about before the fire, and through the incessant crackling of the flames talking and shouting could be heard.
Bordeaux clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.
Bordeaux said he couldn't get you to come back with him, but I guess he was wrong.
But could you do one favor?
But not a trace could they find of the tiny creature they sought.
But now Quinn's gone too, so Howie couldn't go back even if he got up his courage to do it!
But Russ, she could have moved away.
But what could have happened?
But you could put an ATV in the back of your truck.
By now he could be anywhere.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
Cassie cleaned the supper dishes as best she could with sand, and stored them in one of the packs.
Cassie could feel them all watching her as she settled to the ground.
Common sense slumped back in as I could see his point.
Could all this be happening to her?
Could Howie really see scenes from the past?
Could I have a glass of water?
Could it grow strong enough to make her forget about those who depended on her?
Could it have something to do with Quinn's experimental stuff?
Could Quinn come along, with his stuff, maybe?
Could she make it across the lava field by herself?
Could the fact that Howie's brain waves are somehow different after his lengthy coma and all the operations he endured be effected by what you were doing?
Could we make a car that can go 300 mph?
Could you have foreseen that the advent of a technology called "air conditioning" in homes would alter the social fabric of the nation?
Could you have Howard look into his record?
Could you help me zip this?
Could you just talk to the guy who got out of jail; the one everyone thought killed my sister?
Could you possible page them?
Could you start a fire, honey?
Could you tell how badly he was hurt?
Could you wait for me here, honey?
Couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and fix breakfast.
Darcie couldn't stand the gossip and rude behavior in every town, so she finally went back to the Indians.
Denying it seemed fruitless yet I couldn't bring myself to confirm what she was saying.
Did Quinn think he could accomplish it; pin point the place and date?
Do you think I could afford dresses like this?
Do you think you could scare us up a warm snack?
Each of us could find separate areas to be alone but remain close to each other.
Edward could spell nearly all the words in his primer, and he could read quite well.
Even as the idea occurred that she would rather have this room, she knew she couldn't ask.
Even if he was a Mormon, how could he make plans with this Darcie when he had proposed to her only an hour ago?
Even if you paid me half my rent, you could still save money.
Even now he could walk away.
Everybody could see it, the way she treated him.
Everything he described could, as Quinn so succinctly put it, be a mind constructed fairy tale.
Finally Royce could contain himself no longer.
Fine, she could play too.
For a start we could have him take a nap up there while we fix lunch.
From the porch we could see the huddled figure of Howie Abbott sitting under a large red umbrella on the edge of the pier.
From the time they broke up, she knew it could come to this if he were left to his own devices.
From their elevated position they could overlook the entire valley, but not a single moving object could they see.
He could have gone to a nursing home so he wasn't such a burden on his daughter.
He could not resist looking at them once more.
He could see I was getting serious, and he was afraid you would draw me away from my work.
He couldn't have planned the Indian raid, though.
He couldn't help but detect her wild pulse.
He couldn't remember when he'd last had a full five hours of his own, and he knew he wasn't likely to get another break for a while.
He has everything he could want, without the commitment.
He held her without speaking, probably sensing there was little he could say to make her feel better.
He managed without a housekeeper before she came, and he could get along fine now.
He pretended he needed time to make a few more phone calls but I could see he was disappointed by the delay.
He ran home as fast as he could, blowing the whistle as he ran.
He said I could spend his money with a clear conscience.
He said if Quinn could do his thing, someone else maybe could too.
He turned to Cynthia, awkwardly shifting him around so she could take him.
He waited for me to continue but when I didn't he asked, "Do you suppose if there were a tipster, he or she could help us out?"
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
He's a big horse, but I couldn't make him carry the two of us in that terrain.
He's offered to help and I believe he could be very useful.
Her greatest concern was whether she could manage such a large house on her own.
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
His mother wasn't doing well and from what we could gather from his vague conversations, she wasn't expected to recover.
His smile was so disarming that she couldn't help smiling back.
Hopefully, she could get her job at the diner.
Hopefully, the why of it wouldn't come out until she could explore that building.
How can you love a business that could get your family killed.
How could any human be so heartless to slay an infant?
How could anyone be right 100% of the time?
How could anyone fall asleep that fast?
How could anyone love the baby the way she could?
How could he be so cruel?
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
How could I convince my reading public I heard it from the horse's mouth?
How could I decline without sounding like a total turd?
How could I enjoy myself knowing he was being tended to and surrounded by strangers?
How could I go on believing no one would succumb to such temptation?
How could I have looked him in the face?
How could she answer them without implicating Yancey?
How could she be so stupid?
How could she blame him for wanting to smile?
How could she blame him when she had offered no resistance?
How could she give the baby up?
How could she have allowed this to happen?
How could she have been such a fool?
How could she have fallen in love with Bordeaux, knowing how unfaithful men could be?
How could someone change so drastically?
How could they get away, leaving such a trail?
How could they have missed feeling the light flakes that had been kissing their cheeks?
How could they have seen me?
How could we live with their deaths if we hadn't done every single thing possible?
How could you not know, when he invited you to go see his parents?
How could you think I would turn away my own child?
How much lower could she sink?
Howie couldn't do anything about it; it happened two weeks ago.
Howie offered little and without seeing his facial reaction, I couldn't tell how he stood.
Howie was as excited as us once we could transport him more precisely.
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
I always heard marriage could break up a good friendship.
I asked Connie if you could...
I broke his arm before he could toss the match.
I certainly couldn't fund the whole group.
I could barely make out the emblem on the front of the Harvard Tee shirt it was so drenched in blood.
I could call ahead for a camp site; I know the telephone area code and prefix.
I could drop off the radar for a time.
I could feel her tremble.
I could feel tears streaming down my face though I had no recollection of generating them.
I could have killed her when she tried to seduce you but then I realized, that was the way she was.
I could have... would have been more of a comfort.
I could hear a glass clink and there was a pause.
I could hear Claire complaining loudly in the background.
I could hear confusion and hurried voices in the background and someone yelled, 'they're here, come on'.
I could hear her take a deep breath.
I could hear him discussing the vehicle with a woman in the outer room.
I could hear Molly returning so Betsy offered no rebuttal.
I could hear she was crying.
I could hear sirens in the background.
I could just see from the doorway where I stood as a figure emerged from the darkened automobile and moved stealthy toward the back of the house.
I could look in their windows, and God forgive me, I did.
I could no longer hide my fear.
I could not be induced to tell where the key was.
I could not understand, and was vexed.
I could see a figure on a horse in the distance coming toward me.
I could see another storm cloud looming on the horizon.
I could see I was getting nowhere on my own.
I could see I wasn't getting anywhere.
I could see I'd frightened her but I didn't care.
I could see Quinn's hand in the decision, far more than Martha's.
I could sense Betsy's disappointment and Martha's relief.
I could sense Howie's abhorrence at visiting his past.
I could spend the rest of my life with him.
I could tell Betsy felt embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
I could tell by the look on his face, he'd had no such thought.
I could tell from Brennan's voice he was agitated.
I could tell from Julie's voice, she was either crying of close to it.
I could tell it was shod.
I could tell you saw the ranch the same way I did.
I could tell you stories!
I could think of no one to call!
I could yell my lungs raw and not a soul could hear.
I couldn't believe Howie would turn off the power for what was supposed to be a short trip.
I couldn't believe it was happening.
I couldn't block out of my mind, my wife's statement a few days ago; think of all the children who he could be saving.
I couldn't imagine you'd take that long for a dog walk.
I couldn't live with myself if I wasted this gift I've been given.
I couldn't sleep and went down to the kitchen for a drink.
I couldn't stand not knowing!
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
I couldn't think of a logical way to advise Detective Jackson.
I don't know a whole lot Julie, but I understand the police at the time had a strong suspect but couldn't prove anything.
I don't think you could find anything I wouldn't like.
I felt I could trust Brennan's good judgment.
I grabbed my wife's hand and the tape recorder and left before anyone could object.
I guess we could say he hasn't been around much.
I guess you could say that.
I had let so much gas out of my balloon that I could not rise again, and in a few minutes the earth closed over my head.
I hate to ask you for another favor, but I wonder if I could pay you to drive me home.
I have one situation you could try, Betsy offered.
I hoped we could go for a walk.
I hung up before he could concoct some other scheme.
I just hoped and prayed somehow his contact of Ben or Howie could be used to locate us.
I keep asking him to get the plane tickets so we could leave but he wants to talk to some distant relatives who don't want to talk to him.
I knew Betsy viewed scores of non-abduction cases, any of which Howie could solve in a minute.
I know I could get mugged, but that could happen in the hospital parking lot if I was driving a car.
I know Martha had her days when I could have killed her but I loved her too.
I mean... he rode ahead so he could make arrangements before you arrived.
I never thought I could do it.
I never would have believed a woman could be so kind hearted and so suspicious at the same time.
I peered closely, searching to see if I could detect any movement but saw nothing.
I pulled up in front and was inside the building as fast as I could move.
I pushed harder, as strongly as I could, with the same results.
I should have moved away, but I couldn't stand to leave the ranch.
I simply couldn't resist you.
I sorely wish I could keep them longer but on the road, it's difficult.
I steeled myself to hide the fear that welled up inside me like the worse cramps I could possibly endure.
I suppose you could call it that.
I thought he could stay in one of the rooms upstairs at night – if you don't mind.
I thought maybe we could get married and live here.
I thought maybe you could look at him.
I thought you decided you couldn't live with the loneliness on the ranch because I was gone so much.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
I tried to think where we could go from here.
I wanted to know what I could do to help you.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
I was resigned it was my duty to explain the situation, with or without Howie's input, but Betsy interrupted before I could begin.
I wasn't as fearful I couldn't come back but I'm still concerned that it will happen every time I try to sleep.
I wish I could explore the woods.
I wish you could hear yourself talking.
I would have tried to stay with him, but I'd taken so long up until then, I couldn't do it.
I'd planned to ask Quinn and Martha to come in so I could tell them what I'd learned but the more I considered it, I decided a phone call was sufficient.
I'm doing it because of what you said; think of all the children he could be saving.
I'm just learning my way around the internet at this level but Brennan's people could do it in a minute.
I'm not sure he could exactly duplicate the test room.
I'm sorry; I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
I'm sure he could read the frustration in my voice.
I've been through this so many times I could do it in my sleep.
If a man could be more consoling, I've not met him.
If anyone could trace a disposable phone, they could.
If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.
If he couldn't get in the shed, he'd probably find some other place to stay warm.
If he refrained from making advances, how could she know if she was capable of resisting him?
If he tried to follow a moving automobile, he could sometimes attach himself, if the vehicle was slow or stopped, but the act was tenuous at best.
If he wanted to hurt me, he could follow me in my car.
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
If I couldn't be honest with her, there was no one I could trust.
If I was stopped by the police I could have used the escort.
If it's that important to you, I guess we could try a few guests.
If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself.
If only she could conquer these mood shifts.
If only she could shout it to the world.
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
If she thought her face could get no warmer, she was unpleasantly surprised.
If she wants to go, I could take care of Claire.
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
If that Alex returned to his roots, there was no reason she couldn't be at his side.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
If you could point me in the right direction, I'll be on my way.
If you had left when Brandon wanted you to, you still couldn't have done anything.
If you have time while you're in town, we could get together for coffee or something.
In more serene surroundings perhaps we could come to some understanding and move forward in a mutually peaceful way.
In spite of her irritation, she couldn't help smiling.
In such a small town, there couldn't be many positions, and the pay wouldn't come close to what she was making in Tulsa.
In the morning she rolled out of her bed before the sun could stain the sky.
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
It seemed as if no one saw that coming because, frankly, no one could conceive of it happening.
It took all I could muster to hold it together.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
It was amazing how a baby could put love in so many hearts.
It was amazing how clearly a person could see things when trouble lurked on the horizon.
It was anything but quiet as an open stairwell was next to me and I could hear shuffling, snoring, farting and grunting throughout the night.
It was as much as I could hope for given the circumstances.
It was hard to believe a village could be this close and they didn't know it was there.
It was our goal that by using a hammer and screwdriver, we could chisel and opening in the floor above.
It was strange how he could blush at praise, but watch with unabashed interest while she nursed their child.
It wasn't an invitation but I figured I owed my presence for what I'd learned so far and I couldn't wait to renew our conversation.
It wasn't as though she could explain her sudden Jekyll and Hide personality, either.
Len was the only one left she could trust, and she couldn't tell him anything without implicating Yancey.
Lisa did the best she could to draw a map on the small piece of paper.
Looking through this opening they could see the Valley of Voe lying far below them, the cottages seeming like toy houses from that distance.
Martha could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
Martha, I couldn't fall asleep until you sat by my side and whispered.
Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
Maybe you could hire on as a nanny at Old Man Taylor's ranch.
Money would be tight, but they could manage.
More tears came as she realized she couldn't do anything for herself let alone Jonny if they kept her in such a state.
My father couldn't do anything about his health.
No details yet, Before I could answer, I was interrupted by a scream from my wife that sent chills down my spine.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
No, so I could get over it.
Not that she could deny a vivid imagination.
Nothing but heartache could come of it.
Nothing could be gained by remaining still.
Now, he could deliver what he'd always promised-- a life together-- yet she didn't feel like leaping for joy like she would've a year ago.
Of course, a little make-up and the right clothes could do wonders - which was a good way to wind up straying off the path she had mapped before she left home.
Of course, she could call Connie, but Yancey's conversation on the phone was fresh in her memory.
Of course, she could take his.
Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to.
Old Rostov could not tell his wife of what had passed without tears, and at once consented to Petya's request and went himself to enter his name.
Only they could fail to see it, the prince continued, evidently thinking of the campaign of 1807 which seemed to him so recent.
Perhaps, just perhaps, I thought, I could somehow use this information to my advantage.
Prior to its construction, a school bus could only pass over it empty, necessitating the children to alight, walk, and rejoin their transportation of the far side.
Quinn is gone and we couldn't do anything more if we wanted to.
Quinn, Martha and especially Betsy looked perturbed at me for not updating them on my tete-a-tete with Howie but that could wait.
She could almost hear his gravely voice...
She could count his ribs easily where they showed through the skin of his body, and his head was long and seemed altogether too big for him, as if it did not fit.
She could feel it in his soft kisses on her neck, in the way he whispered her name.
She could feel the blood drain from her face.
She could feel the warmth of the blush as it crawled up her neck.
She could hardly wait to get back to Texas.
She could have administered CPR until the ambulance arrived.
She could have asked, but that might tip her hand.
She could have been a model.
She could have left then, and might have if curiosity hadn't gotten the best of her.
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
She couldn't argue his virtues, but she still insisted that the situation was conducive to trouble.
She couldn't cure whatever it was, and she couldn't make sense of it.
She couldn't focus on anything farther away than her hand, and looking at her hand made her cry.
She couldn't have been farther from the truth.
She couldn't have been more awake before she left the house.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
She couldn't let him do that.
She couldn't outrun it - in any condition, and it could climb a tree as fast as she could.
She couldn't quite understand what the poison was; it wasn't a normal infection, and yet it couldn't be anything else.
She couldn't resist teasing him.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
She couldn't stay with Mary forever.
She couldn't tear her gaze from his.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
She had thought she could never be coerced, but the truth was, she had never been tempted.
She hung up before I could protest.
She raced up the steps, wondering if men who could not be trusted would plague her entire life.
She said she couldn't tolerate his moods.
She searched around for a landmark that could be seen over the trees, but nothing was tall enough.
She shrugged with as much elegance as she could muster, and eyed him with deliberate interest.
She started to shut the door, but he had the storm door open and his foot in the door before she could react.
She struggled, but he wrapped his arms around her in a hold she couldn't break.
She watched him head for the barn and wondered how he could stand being out in the cold all day.
She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak.
So looking after a rambling old house could be an ambition?
So you stayed with Howie so you could.
Still, how could Giddon know?
Still, it could be a lot worse.
Still, there was one question she couldn't ask the townspeople.
Still, what could he expect?
Sure, she could be mule headed, and sometimes she was moody, but was she that bad?
Surely she couldn't be expected to commute that kind of distance on a regular basis.
Tammy could swim almost as well as Lisa, but Sarah couldn't swim at all, confessing unabashed that she was afraid of the water.
That couldn't happen in Howie's case.
That was all the solace I could muster.
That would explain why he couldn't be found.
That's why we couldn't find it.
The Christmas tree could only be seen from the back of the house, but that didn't matter.
The director wanted me to help as much as I could but if someone was getting too close, I was to drop it.
The doctor thought I could not live.
The look of pity on Darcie's face was more than Cassie could bear.
The money would dry, and her clothes could be washed.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
The only way he could have known was by asking Mrs. Hertz.
The phone rang before Betsy could respond.
The rest of us followed and we could hear Howie retching in the bathroom.
The rig was parked front end out so I couldn't see the back.
The school was more than a mile from their home, and the children trotted along as fast as their short legs could carry them.
The silverware needed polishing and the furniture could use a good dusting.
The sudden rush into space confused them so that they could not think.
The wood appeared to be cherry, and although it could use a coat of wax, it still had a deep luster.
Their differences couldn't be merely heritage.
Then she could walk home in peace.
There are tests I could conduct that would give us direction and maybe some answers but he refuses to even discuss them.
There was blood running down his pant leg but he ran on his leg so it couldn't have been too bad.
There was no additional supply nor could we ration it as there was no way to reignite it.
There was nothing he could do.
There was nothing more I could do here absent Howie so I rounded up patrolman Murphy and asked him to return me to the hospital.
There's a bunch of run away kids; I could try to pick the most likely but none of them look promising.
There's a world of good you could perform.
They both couldn't be there all the time.
They could hardly say she hadn't tried.
They couldn't be seen unless someone came down into the ravine.
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
They heard the sudden twittering of a bird, but could not find the creature anywhere.
They thought her too young to understand words like coma and deteriorating, and they accused her of lying when she said she could help him.
They would probably be leaving very soon and anything she could do to hurry the process meant they would get to Ashley sooner.
Think of all the children he could be saving.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
This was one time she couldn't ride the fence.
Though I could hardly raise my arms above my aching side, I kept working.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
Too bad you couldn't pick where your dream would take you.
Try as I might, I couldn't fix the time or the location anywhere close to the present where we wanted to be.
Unless someone knew the area, they could pass within a hundred feet of it and not know it was there.
Watching the two of them, it was all she could do to control her own tears... especially knowing that this was at least partly her fault.
We came back with help, though, but we couldn't find you.
We could always go back to throw away phones but even those were suspect when our pursuer was a high level government agency.
We could have stopped any time.
We could hear Quinn's sigh.
We could say he has excellent taste.
We could stop by and pick her up.
We could tell by his reaction the news wasn't good.
We couldn't afford an apartment right now - even with the two of us.
We forbade ourselves to even discuss our impetuous actions for fear of disturbing Howie so all we could do is cross our fingers and pray.
We have an out of state rental car and no one could possibly recognize either of us.
We learned later, at first the police were suspicious of the parents as they couldn't believe someone could enter a small house with sleeping adults and two boys in an adjoining room, and not be heard.
We still have more tests we could run but up to twenty four to forty eight hours; I'm pretty close on both time and location.
We were engaged in locating all of their victims we could find.
We were really good together, he and I... not just that way; I could talk to him.
What could Brenda have told this creep?
What could happen that hadn't already happened?
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
What could you give them here that you couldn't give them at home?
What kind of future could she offer a child?
What kind of snack could she whip up in fifteen minutes?
What she couldn't heal was the exhaustion that came with each bout of healing.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
What was it he said that day in the mountains... a body could be lost in those hills forever?
When he reached for his knife, it was all I could do not to shrink away from him.
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
When I tried to move I found I could!
When Mary answered, Cynthia stammered around about the weather and every other subject she could think of.
When trying to move, we could see his limbs twist.
Whether that was a good or bad thing she couldn't guess, and she didn't have time to ask.
While I hadn't brought a bathing suit, I could watch the honeys that were so attired.
While she could heal, she still felt pain.
While we couldn't keep up with the ambulance but we held our own and kept the emergency vehicle in sight.
Why couldn't she heal her brother?
With each unsuccessful try my panic loomed larger until I could feel the perspiration run down my neck.
With everyone gone, she could enjoy the solitude.
Working as fast as she could, she started a pot of coffee and sliced some ham.
Worse things could happen.
You could be there, for any events in your past.
You could do it in a day.
You could drop Molly and me off at Logan airport for the ten o'clock flight to California, be in Philadelphia by early evening, and fly out to join us the next morning.
You could find the farm house, couldn't you?
You could fly down after work on Friday.
You could lie and tell him Humphries said it wasn't really his fault and his mother was just upset at losing a daughter.
You could pretend to use the toilet and see if he's all right.
You could spy on anyone; anywhere!
You could tell Howie I came to you for advice; that I just suspected and didn't know what to do, not that I've known all along!
You could wear a feed sack at a formal dinner and not look underdressed.
You couldn't even say I love you.
You couldn't find any eggs for our breakfast?
You know Cade; you could make a profit off this ranch other ways than running cattle.
You know, Cindy, we could...
You know, that family room could use a woman's touch.
You might as well know right now that I wanted to buy your ranch so I could use the creek.
You said it wasn't scary; at least once you knew you weren't trapped back there; that you could wake up and escape back to reality.
You tried to tell me, but I was too arrogant to believe it could happen to me.
You're a smart guy and between us, maybe we could fix it so I could go back.