josie, you listen to me. if you feel you're a writer-- here, deep inside, don't let anyone tell you you're not. look at me. every day i come to this paper and i pour my heart and soul into what i do. i feel it, passionately, to the core of my being.
hey, if you can make a busted aorta sound good--honey, that's art. the microwave dings off. cynthia fishes the three lean cuisines out. anita and josie share a look.
i eat 'em one at a time.
"that thing"? is that what you kids are calling it these days?
damn, girl. you are a writer.
did i miss the crowning?
tell him what?! tell him what?!