Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
I find it difficult to attend autopsies. Especially the smells.
In my forties, my optimism was boundless. I had really good health and tremendous success which allowed me to do anything I wanted.
Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?
I wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely
He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.