I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.

But the same things that had once attracted menow left me with a mild sense of unease. Ivy would say I was getting smarter, but I just felt…empty.

Sure am glad I'm not royalty," I muttered. "I wouldn't want to have to bump uglies with someone I can't stand. On a regular basis. And no one else." "Ow!" I exclaimed, trying to yank my fingers from Trent but finding them caught. Then I colored, realizing what I'd said. "Oh… sorry," I stammered, meaning it. "That was insensitive." Trent's frown turned into a sly smirk. "Bump uglies?" he said, eyes on the table behind me. "You are a font of gutter slang, Rachel. We must do this again.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.