My Gran Had Always Told Me That

When I Thought Of Eric With Someone Else, I Wanted To Rip Out All His Beautiful Blonde Hair. By The Roots. In Clumps.

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

If It's Easy To Be Friendly She Will Be. If The Wind Blows The Other Way Her Friendship Will Be Gone. And I'm Thinking The Wind Is Blowing The Other Way. She Has Found Some Other Way To Be An Important Person In Her Own Right By Hating Others.

Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big Bullshitter

I Am Self-educated From Genre Books.