She started back into the office, then glanced at Lainie from the door.

Lainie watched the news reports on the television, at home.

Lainie watched, as she listened to her office workers' conversations.

Judy later visits him to make sure he is still waiting for Lainie.

Lainie had lived with Bunny for awhile while growing up.

Lainie said, and when she looked back I could tell she still saw nothing of the black car.

It had been seven years since he'd seen Lainie.

The last I heard of Lainie, she was going home, older and wiser.

Curt looked at Lainie, and her eyes searched his.

Lainie watched her go and raised an eyebrow after her.

"This is where Lainie likes to do it," he said with a malicious grin.

Lainie, get your butt up and come out here!"

Lainie made a move for the door handle.

Lainie was clinging to her seat like a cat.

Lainie had reached down to the floorboard and retrieved the pistol.

He'd decided the only way to keep Lainie working was to get Stevie out of the picture.

Curt slid beside Lainie on the bed, wrapping his arms around the small of her back.

"Seven years will do that to you," Lainie smiled, although you'd never know it to look at you.

Lainie was across the room, seated on the bench of the Nautilus, facing him.

"I heard someone refer to you as Lainie."

Lainie does not like Tori, although for most of the book Natalie cannot see that.

Lainie begged, her eyes filling up with fear.

"I made sure I was there for him," Lainie said.

That girl was Lainie, who'd furled her tongue at me that very first day.

Lainie looked back, too, her lower lip swollen.