She killed Lorena in a fight?" Eric's grin grew even broader. He was as proud as if he'd heard his firstborn reciting Shakespeare.

Anyone got X-ray visión?I asked, trying to smile. Where is Superman when you need him?

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

If this were the fifties, she’d be checking Sam’s collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.)

I'm a middle-class former housewife who goes to my daughter's softball games.