He Bit The Nape Of My Neck

You'd Tell The World What Your Best Friend Wore To Sleep If You Thought It Made A Good Enough Story.

A Second Floor Window Opened, And Kyle Stuck His Head And Shoulders Out So He Could Look Down At Us. “if You Two Are Finished Playing Cowboy And Indian Out There, Some Of Us Would Like To Get Their Beauty Sleep.” I Looked At Warren. “you Heard ‘um Kemo Sabe. Me Go To My Little Wigwam And Get ‘um Shut-eye.” “how Come You Always Get To Play The Indian?” Whined Warren, Deadpan. “cause She’s The Indian, White Boy,” Said Kyle.

It Is Not Wise To Give Something Old And Powerful Something They Care About. And I Am Very Old.

It Is The Way Of Mortals. They Fling Themselves At Life And Emerge Broken.

When Life Doesn't Meet Your Expectations, It Was Important To Take It With Grace.