‘Slow Dance on the Killing Ground’ (Rosie)
If you knew me better, you’d see that this is exactly the kind of thing that’s likely to happen to me. Getting knocked up, I mean.
If you knew me better, you’d see that this is exactly the kind of thing that’s likely to happen to me. Getting knocked up, I mean.
“Say mind if I use your phone? Figure I better check on the kids. No telling what devilment they’ve gotten up to.”
“First I was a tomboy. I used to climb trees and beat up my brother Tom.”
“Hey! I’m looking around. I gotta get used to things. I’m not ready to sit. I’m too nervous to sit.”
“My mom came and got me the next day to pick me up. I never talked to Aunt Denise again.”
“Well obviously I can’t take this. I mean, I didn’t do it for the money anyway…”
“I’m gonna give you the short version of an incredibly complicated and f*cked up situation, so please be cool.”
“I remember the summer after my mother passed was the first year they had the Monopoly game at McDonald’s.”
“After I shot Zackery, I put the gun down on the piano bench, and then I went out into the kitchen and made up a pitcher of lemonade.”
“I lived with him. I spent my life with him. I fed him. Talked to him. Tried to listen when he talked.”
“What do you think I’m at? Aren’t I supposed to have any patience to reach the end of, Mother?”
“I’m the food critic for the Times, and I’ve been anxious for some time now to get my claws into the throat of that pompous evil weasel of a restaurateur…”
“If you knew the algorithm and fed it back say ten thousand times, each time there’d be a dot somewhere on the screen.”
“The issue here is not what I “feel.” It is not my “feelings,” but the feelings of women. And men.”