Mal would love you to get involved in the show.

He was named after my father, but we called him Mal.

Mal found he couldn't say anything in response to that.

She started to let herself in, but Mal held the door closed.

The way she always did when Mal's voice got hard.

Mal thought now that maybe he wouldn't be killed after all.

He was thinking of a guy named Mal, the reason he'd had to change his face.

She did her best, and this guy Mal thought it was good enough.

But we were sort of surprised when Mal passed them up.

Mal was standing over them saying, "I hope you guys are going to find things to do today."

Mal must be sure of himself to send a thing like this.

Mal would know he was alive and looking for him.

Mal told him that they were part of his crew.

Maybe Mal came out while he was on the stairs.

In fact, he hadn't moved a muscle since Mal told him to hold.

In fact, thinking on it, Mal had never heard the child get angry before.

As with dinner, Mal allowed himself to get caught up in it.

Mal tried to make his hands give signals, but couldn't.

Mal came over and looked down at him in disgust.

He'd been skating since the moment Mal called him with the news.

Mal couldn't tell if she'd raised her voice to cover a lie.

One thing he could do to offset Mal was bring in a couple more men.

He and Mal were alive; that meant half the take was his.

It takes a month to six weeks to get money loose from the company, Mal had said.

Half an hour later, Mal sat alone on the bridge of his boat.