...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.
I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy - feed my three kids in less than five minutes.