Sublime

Touch her precious pigtail, even by accident, and she’ll kick you in the shins, the brat.

She was eating a Three Musketeers Candy Bar. She was wearing tri-focal lenses in harlequin frames,

Deborah wasn’t fooling anyone when she found a diamond tennis bracelet in her cubby. Only Deborah liked Deborah that much.

Mrs. Sloper, who on this first day gave me the exact same look of incurious distaste I would receive from her for the next thirteen months, and wore (this I sure remember) a lavenderish pantsuit against which the abundant rouge and kohl were even more ghastly. She was maybe fifty, and very thin and tendony, and had the same asymmetrical beehive coi

Indeed, the pretty face that had once ensnared both Boy and me became pudgy and empty. Leola had joined the great company of the walking wounded in the battle of life.