“Is that cheese that goes crunch? I need my chardonnay,” Lee says. She sips her wine in the glass. She sets it down. Her eyes shift to their hot fudge sundaes that the waiter just brought to their table, in the strip mall. She wants it hot. And then, her cellphone plays tropical jazz. It’s Jeff’s... Sign in to see full entry.
The secretary, Spring Petingfield: long wavy black hair, big blue eyes, a nose off the Milky Way, and what the height of a cabbage Patch Doll would be, if one changed into a human (Have you ever read of a female frog in a fairy tale?) tries to set a glass of bourbon on his guitar. Jack skips a chord... Sign in to see full entry.