His eyes were wide and the skinny girl's were formed in familiar hatred. She must have been in this situation before. He stumbled to his feet, caught between the coffee table and a pair of bare ankles. His hands found their way to his back pockets, seeming to retreat as if from a cookie jar. "Kri...
That was kind of her thing, real grabby-like. But she was good at things that didn’t rely on others. She was good at things for a little while and then moved on. She was good at things like mixing drinks and cooking; like making jewelry; arranging patio furniture under the setting Texan sun; gard...
It’s Christmas Eve. We’re supposed to be hanging stockings for children who were never born. Is there some way that I can keep myself from going over to my ex-husband’s apartment and eviscerating him with a butcher knife? Dear Calm & Collected, What you want to do in this case is pack as much...