Jealousy had a taste, all right. A bitter and tongue-stinging flavor, like a peach pit.

Jealousy had a taste, all right. A bitter and tongue-stinging flavor, like a peach pit.

If you're going to generalize about women, you'll find yourself up to here in exceptions.

Down through the years certain fads of slang had come and gone, and their vestiges could be found in Janie's and Mabel's conversation, like mastodon bones in a swamp.

I gave up being a conventional person a long time ago. Things have been so much more exciting since I did.