Let's take my truck," Jim said as he hit the gravel. "Less noise."

And it has a radio, right?" With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater.

Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened "How can you stand that racket?"

Selective deafness"

Teach me,master.

Autore: J.R. Ward