I Am Self-educated From Genre Books.

If This Were The Fifties, She’d Be Checking Sam’s Collars For Lipstick Stains. (did People Do That Anymore? Why Did Women Kiss Collars, Anyway? Besides, Sam Almost Always Wore T-shirts.)

Could I Tell Them I Was Sorry Their Loved One Was Dead, When He’d Tried To Kill Me? There Was No Rule Of Etiquette For This; Even My Grandmother Would Have Been Stymied.

Vampires. They Wrote The Book On Possessive.

You Have To Play It Out Sometimes.

I Said The First Thing That Came Into My Head Unfortunately. "save The Drama For Your Mama " I Told Her Just Like An Eleven-year-old.