He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.
I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.
I've always assumed he'd be around to be, you know, yelled at and taken for granted. And of course I was wrong. Nobody's going to put up with that forever.
Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.
Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?
Did vampirism encourage Stockholm syndrome?