Why not wear a scar of Motherhood? Better than a tattoo or a mark of Honor. Let the world know what you've achieved.

For a moment, I was captivated as I studied them side by side. My mother: the perfect picture of guardian excellence and decorum. My father: always capable of achieving his goals, no matter how twisted the means. Uneasily, I began to understand how I’d inherited my bizarre personality.

Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn’t I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.

I find prostitutes vastly important.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.