Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
Darynda JonesDid you get checked out?โ โYeah, by a hot blond who sat in the corner of the bar and made googly eyes at me.โ โI meant by a doctor.โ โNo, but a balding yet bizarrely hot paramedic said Iโd be fine." โOh, and heโs an expert?โ โAt flirting.
Darynda JonesI shifted in my chair as Dad waited for a response. He seemed determined, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possibly Milk Duds. โAre you psychotic?โ I asked, realizing my plan to charm and bribe him if need be flew out the window the minute I opened my mouth.
Darynda Jones