Did you just call me BEATRICE?

Sorry, am I being rude?" she asks. "I'm used to saying whatever is on my mind. Mom used to say that politeness is deception in pretty packaging

Human reason can excuse any evil.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

Evil depends on where you're standing.

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.