Sometimes There Is Such Beauty In Awkwardness.

Sometimes Kindness Can Be Delivered In A Clumsy Way. But It's Far More Sincere In Its Clumsiness Than Those Distinguished Men You Read About In Books. Your Father Was Very Clumsy.

But Wasn't There Some Sort Of Rule That Said Parents Had To Be Smarter Than Their Kids? It Didn't Seem Fair.

What Do You Do With All This Bank, Josie? Be A Lot Easier If You Just Lifted Your Skirt.” “the Only Reason I’d Lift My Skirt Is To Pull Out My Pistol And Plug You In The Head.

My Breathing Slowed. I Shaded Her Thick Chestnut Hair Resting In A Smooth Curve Against Her Face, A Large Bruise Blazing Across Her Cheek. I Paused, Looking Over My Shoulder To Make Certain I Was Alone. I Drew Her Eye Makeup, Smudged By Tears. In Her Watery Eyes I Drew The Reflection Of The Commander, Standing In Front Of Her, His Fist Clenched. I Continued To Sketch, Exhaled, And Shook Out My Hands.

Tragedy Was A Big Social Event, And Everyone Wanted In On It.