MarkBaynard: What in the hell is that? A dustmop?
Abby_Donovan: Willow is sitting right here in my lap, purring and gazing up at me in drunken adoration.
MarkBaynard: I used to do that to my wife until she took out the restraining order.
Abby_Donovan: You're in Paris? PARIS FREAKING FRANCE???
MarkBaynard: Stiting beneath a vine-covered pergola, nibbling on sun-warmed goat cheese...
MarkBaynard: I'm guessing it hasn't been a very productive writing day, my preciousssssss.
MarkBaynard: Sipping a lush merlot on a balcony overlooking the vineyards. You?
Abby_Donovan: When I get discouraged my Captain Jack doll swaggers onto my desk and mumbles sweet nothings in my ear.
Abby_Donovan: And you are the spitting image of Brad Pitt.
MarkBaynard: You're a dead ringer for Angelina Jolie. You even have the same tattoos.
MarkBaynard: I found this charming little cafe in Volterra just a short walk from here.
Abby_Donovan: You finally made it to Florence, Alabama!
MarkBaynard: Another bad writing day?
MarkBaynard: I thought I sensed a disturbance in the force. Why so non-serious?
MarkBaynard: That would depend on whether or not you consider leprechaun tossing a legitimate sport. Or cookie tossing.
MarkBaynard: Are those the two most beautiful words in the English language? Chapter Six?
Abby_Donovan: That's what I love the most about the park on a Sunday morning. Even the people who are alone seem happy.
MarkBaynard: Oh, hell. Here comes my nurse with my 8 PM meds.
MarkBaynard: What are you wearing?
Abby_Donovan: My naughty nurse costume.
MarkBaynard: I'd tell you what I was wearing but I think my heart just stopped.
MarkBaynard: I guess I know what you were using all your words on when you weren't wasting them wishing me dead.
Abby_Donovan: Even as a kitten Buffy the Mouse Slayer had the look of a burgeoning serial killer.
See the photos Mark and Abby tweet back and forth in GOODNIGHT TWEETHEART!
Now with Bonus Epilogue