My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.

You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.

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

I'll wait for you under the bluebells. I'll be there always.

I could sit and watch nature documentaries with Jenks and the kids the rest of the night if I wanted. And trust me, watching a dozen pixies scream as a crocodile chomped on a zebra was something not to be missed. They invariably cheered for the crocodile, not the zebra.