I had a feeling that things were steering that way. I was giddy with expectation, because if there's one thing you're good at, it's pulling stuff like this out of your sleeves.
The Nolan factor, right? Right.
The reader knows it's going to be ugly, but he/she never knows *which* kind of Ugly is actually going to show up.
And when it comes out of nowhere, and slams into your brain so hard that you *actually* sit there reeling from the aftershock long after finishing the chapter? Gods, it's so, so, so good. *Braingasm*
I want more braingasms like these, lol. I'm a needy bitch and I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me for a long time. I just can't get tired of your style.
Where do you pull this style from, woman? Seriously, you've got a gift. And I'm not saying that in a “Oh, u're good! Hmm, btw update soon, much?” kind of way.
I mean it, really. Uuurh, I'm gushing again. But this story does all kinds of funny things to my brain. It's like reading 'War' all-over again, or watching Memento for the first time.

PS: And I really, really love your Marie at 40. You've done a number on her in this one, and you know what? I'm loving the complexity of it. And the 'Bitch-from-Hell' part is a perfect counterweight to Logan's madness/moodiness/Logan-ness. How do you manage? How is it that these two are completely different in each of your fics, and yet they always, ALWAYS, are complementary? You keep surprising me.

Author's Response: I have split-personality disorder. :) Sorry, bad joke. Very bad. shouldn't joke about those things. actually, when I start writing I just kind of imagine myself in Logan's shoes and go from there. Half of the time I spend on my balcony smoking and trying to come up with right words, half of the time I spend iffing and fearing that nobody will understand a single thing from the mess I have managed to make.