Arelene's middle name was tolerance, mostly because she was too easygoing to take a moral stance.
When the second hour of Fiji’s open house was almost at an end, a mother from Davy said, How on earth do you get it to look like the cat is talking? Oh, did it look realistic? Fiji had to struggle to...
When I went home…I promised myself, I would take a cool shower and I would read. After a day spent dealing with others, television was just one more batch of voices to listen to; I’d rather have a boo...
I’ll deal with your hang-ups if you’ll deal with mine, but if you’re still too scared to even try, then you’re not worth waiting for. I have some goddamn pride left and I won’t wait forever.
I settled opposite him in my favorite chair, low enough that my feet can touch the floor, wide enough to curl up inside, with a little table beside it just big enough to hold a book and a coffee cup.
What she had was hers absolutely, not to be touched by other hands without proper permission being asked and granted.