She keeps a necklace that Ash gave to her early in the film.

She moves the young frequently among several nests, all of which she keeps clean.

She is successful, but Buffy keeps it secret that she believes she was in heaven.

She grows to like Frank ( whom she keeps calling Mr. Parker ) at times, but is almost invariably put off by some new show of his crassness or arrogance ( although Frank often manages to overcome this, only to have to Backstep ).

She perpetually keeps in touch with President Skroob via Videophones on various walls, surprising him when he is in bed with twin young women, and even when he is in the bathroom.

She keeps a small garden in her backyard, to which she tends occasionally.

She is enthusiastic about the virile handsomeness of town gallants, rakes, and especially theatre actors ( such self-referential stage jokes were nourished by the new higher status of actors ), and keeps Pinchwife in a state of continual horror with her plain-spokenness and her interest in sex.

She also believes he keeps the head in a small hat box that he brought with him.

She keeps Wilfred busy until her father returns the keys, which she returns to Wilfred's belt, and leaves the confused and hopeful jailer to his fantasies of marrying her.

She has a fondness for china dolls but keeps them blindfolded or gagged.

She peels off the meat and keeps the carcasses, saying that when she has 14 carcasses, it's time to leave the hospital, possibly due to obsessive compulsive disorder.

She finally tells him of the letter but he keeps delaying taking it or even reading it.

She keeps up with and even embraces the social expectations of the wife of a patrician politician but she is still able to express herself and find distinction in the parties she throws.

She currently keeps two corgis and two Dorgis ( corgi / dachshund cross ).

She asks herself why she keeps putting up with Nathan's lies, and he tells her that he loves her (" Sue Me ").

She supplies what each one really wants: Howie is starved for more substantial food than his dieting wife will provide ; Doug likes to repair things that are conveniently broken each week ( his status-conscious wife doesn't want their neighbors to see him tinkering about the house ); George enjoys talking about himself, but his spouse keeps finishing his sentences.

She leaves the team to take control of Limbo, a task that keeps her away from Earth, but the two remain close friends.

" She keeps an on-line journal for English-speaking fans.

She keeps house for him, fends off the trade creditors, visits parishioners and makes costumes for fund-raising events.

She loves Eric and keeps that secret from Linda and Mimmi.

She keeps the affair a secret, almost as if she has a hidden weapon that she protects in case she may have to use it one day.

She keeps this a secret for much of the book, unsure what it means.

She keeps Polaroids of each of the souls she reaps, in department store shopping bags organized by personality type.

She and Gus progress to a room with thousands of security deposit boxes while Austin keeps the guards away from them.

She keeps a gun handy and likes to have sex in unusual, dangerous ways.

She lay there, making no effort to get back on her feet.

She drank greedily, and murmured, `` Thank you '', as he lowered her head.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair.

She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell.

She sat down at the table, shaking her head.

She clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing at her eyes.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

She showed her surprise by tightening the reins and moving the gelding around so that she could get a better look at his face.

She said, and her tone had softened until it was almost friendly.

She had picked up the quirt and was twirling it around her wrist and smiling at him.

She swung the quirt again, and this time he caught her wrist and pulled her out of the saddle.

She came down against him, and he tried to break her fall.

She wiped it off with the sleeve of her coat.

She brought up her free hand to hit him, but this time he was quicker.

She finally regained her balance and got up in the saddle.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She remembered little of her previous journey there with Grace, and she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish it.