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

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.

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

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

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