Cultivate this manly art today!
Marlene had no idea why Patti kept asking her to phone but would never pick up.
As Maggie stared at her with contempt, she caught the reflection of a sharp object glistening in mistress’ blue eyes. It was just within reach.
“Listen to me, man. I’m Lou Rawls.”
Lucy didn’t know where she was going, but if she had to endure one more day in the suburbs she was surely going to off herself.
“Does this toaster make up for all my verbal abuse and neglect?”
“As if you had to!”
