Such is the demented nature of the universe that I was too weak to properly respond to my being hit on by carloads of Betties and Veronicas—all except for the cheeky Cheryl Anderson who gave me ‘manual release’ the day I lost my eye-brows, followed by a flood of tears and the snapping of Polaroids in which I wear a knit toque. Gush gush.

it was occasioned by the loss of so many valuable Bozals, or newly imported Africans

Her daughter is such a cutie pie!

Lisette can't wait to create a haunted house on Halloween night.