Mrs. Winalski owned a candy-apple-red 1965 Mustang GT convertible, and she drove it like she could die at any minute and needed to get five things done before that happened.
There were no windows in my bedroom, so I had to sit up and read my clock to figure out how angry I should be at my visitor. Eight A.M. I hated whoever woke me up. Had they come an hour earlier, I would have also hated their families and any househol...
She whistled when she noticed my back. I assume because of my injuries. I mean, my ass just isn't that spectacular.
You know what the great thing about babies is? They are like little bundles of hope. Like the future in a basket.
Most people felt lost after high school. Sometimes I felt like I'd never really been found in the first place.
So you're the guy who did the no-no cha-cha with my baby sister.
