Harlequin

old and wheezing

And as I closed the door, the only person I hated was myself.

footing, fall forward and my much-anticipated Pepsi becomes a sacrificial lamb. Brown fluid drips down the shirts of both boys, because I’m just talented that way.
“Oh, my gosh.” Hand to my mouth, fake wide eyes. “I’m so so

standing and when. From the side in the daytime, my hair looks purple-black, but from the back at night it’s like burned wood in the fireplace. When it’s clean, Emma’s hair is the color of a cotton ball: white, white, white. But usually it’s so dirty it looks like the dust

I like things my way in my bed

But don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while if you follow my rules.”

Not when you breathe. Only when you act. Or open your mouth. Or—

Then it’s a pity you slept through breakfast, as usual

Then it’s a pity you slept through breakfast, as usual,

? Manners? I think we’re past that.”

“You’re the expert