Maybe Eve would have tried to murder you eventually regardless of what happened.

Eve struggled back out of the shirt, pulled the arms through, and tried again.

Eve hesitated for a second and then tried the door.

Eve tried to adjust herself to the easy social tone.

A new pain, this one in her arm, troubled Eve and she tried to move it.

Eyes half closed, Eve tried to bring the shadowy figure into focus.

Eve tried to sit up, but the pain was too great.

It was a question Eve tried not to ask herself - and asked herself too often.

Eve tried not to let the words that had passed between them the night before replay in her head.

As always, Eve tried to take the edge off with humor.