Quotes from Lolly Winston

I've joined the grief group because . . . well, because I sort of did a crazy thing. I drove my Honda through our garage door.

Dr. Rupert thinks the group will help me move from denial to anger to bargaining to depression to acceptance to hope to lingerie to housewares to gift wrap.

Would it be all right if I threw dishes at my former mother-in-law?

Still, dry eyes for me. Maybe I need the remedial grief group. Maybe there's a book, The Idiot's Guide to Grief. Or Denial for Dummies.

the words I once learned during an office safety drill: Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep. Pull, aim, squeeze, sweep.

I got stuck on a problem." Crystal flops onto her back and talks to the ceiling. "Besides, you're the one who wrecked the place with the fire extinguisher." I snatch a towel from the bathroom and swab the carpet, tapping and then pounding the foam.

Okay. Sorry," she mumbles. I move to the edge of the bed and peer into her face, looking for a sign of anything I can reason with. Her pale blue eyes are smoky, vacant.

after I got the oven, an evil neighbor boy named Jeremy bullied me into letting him bake a frog in it. The house filled with a putrid stench, and Dad tossed the oven out onto the curb.