"He was sure right about Marcie, though. She was a little pistol. A beautiful little pistol who brought sunlight and laughter with her everywhere she went. One determined little girl. She didn't quit early; she'd have made a good marine. Bobby was lucky he found her in the ninth grade. It wasn't easy to find a woman that strong, that powerful, that sure of herself and what she wanted. After all she'd been through, after everything they'd shared, what kind of a guy doesn't at least say "I love you, too"? *"