My Friends Call Me Miss Worst Case

Has All The Trappings Of A Mystery Novel, Doesn't It?

Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook Me Like A Storm.

I Like To Get To Bed With A Clear Head.

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.