The Woman Who Loved Men
Mark, timid little creature, he stammered through, asked me to “dinner or something, sometime.” I smiled and told him I’d love to, because he’s cute and sweet, and he plays a beautiful guitar. He’ll never dominate the top of the heap, but you always know where you stand with him, and you can trust him […]
Of Death and Smiles
He smiled over his Sunday morning oatmeal, plain and steaming, his grapefruit cut into halves. Smiled with his eyes. Gotta remember, always with the eyes. “That’s your problem,” pointing at his wife’s sausage and pancakes, drenched with syrup. “And that’s yours!” She pointed back, at his grapefruit, her well-rounded face slinging condemnation. “It wouldn’t hurt […]