If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.

Be the best at what you're good at

They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter." Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird." Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.” “Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.