Unfortunately, most of us end up with somebody who’s somewhere between Jed Clampett and Homer Simpson.
Sometimes the people we think we know the best are the ones with secrets we can't even fathom.
Saturday evening, Riley was sprawled out on the flowered chintz sofa in the library, engrossed in a book she estimated she’d first read when she was Maggy’s age. It was a Helen MacInnes international...
Never, ever ask a former clergyman to say the blessing over a holiday dinner. Not if you like your dinner warm, anyway.
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?
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.
The Silver Palate
That conniving little slut, Pokey said. I’d like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with ’em.
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.
It was a closely held family
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...
Maggy’s diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them