I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

How can you do the right thing when you can't figure out what that is? When all you have before you are choices in various shades of wrong?

...New Beginning to the same old story

Then Jix locked eyes with him and said very calmly, "If you hit her, I will open my mouth wide enough to swallow you whole, force you through my bowels, then out my other end." Avalon scowled at him. "You can't do that." "Try me," Jix said. Avalon backed off, then angrily stormed away, and Jix winked at Jill. "One in five.

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

The woman wears a floral print blouse with lots of leaves and pink flowers. Risa would like to attack her with a weed whacker.

the captain is supposed to go down with the ship" . "unless the first mate knocks him out and throws him in a lifeboat