Unfortunately, most of us end up with somebody who’s somewhere between Jed Clampett and Homer Simpson.
The Silver Palate
That conniving little slut, Pokey said. I’d like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with ’em.
Sometimes you have to trust your heart, too. You give what you think the other person needs, and hope they know that you’re doing it out of love.
Never, ever ask a former clergyman to say the blessing over a holiday dinner. Not if you like your dinner warm, anyway.
You don’t have to be Southern to have good manners. And you don’t have to be a Yankee to make a total ass of yourself.
Murder? Roo’s eyes shone with excitement. Right here on Belle Isle? Roo! Evelyn shook her head in exasperation. For God’s sake, have you no sense of propriety?
Mom! It was so awesome, Maggy enthused. Me and Roo had our own hurricane party. The seagulls were, like, flying backward. And the clouds are so thick, you can’t even see Big Belle.
Maggy’s diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them
Greer’s eyes darted back and forth on the road, always vigilant for bears. Or any other mammal that might wander onto the asphalt. She’d only been on the road for ten miles and already she’d spotted e...
And the most important thing he told me was that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their dogs.
It was a closely held family