It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

Were you playing with Stuart?" she asked. The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it.

Salt. Wound. Together at last.

I feel warm and reassured," I whispered. "He's like Santa.

Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

Something about this boat screamed, "I am a very popular model in the world's oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!

One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra