Quotes from Mary Kay Andrews

the sweetness had gone so quickly from her

café, and dozens of people wandering

Unfortunately, most of us end up with somebody who's somewhere between Jed Clampett and Homer Simpson.

You're working so hard, burning the candle at both ends. Up early, home late. When are you going to stop and smell the roses?

twin five-hundred-twenty-horsepower Mercs on each one. Probably looking at four hundred thousand dollars' worth of big-boy toys there." Greer eyed the boats critically. "You ask me, they just look like gigantic phallic symbols. Might be a little compensation going on there.

It was a closely held family

Hey, Mimi. Did that homophobe lady bring any dessert?

That conniving little slut," Pokey said. "I'd like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with 'em.

dumber than a box full of rocks.

foot-washing Baptists

Savannah gray bricks

Ezra kissed Ivy's right and then left palm. Your hands. Then he clasped both her hands between his. Ours

trout and a flounder

Halcyon days," he repeated. "I guess you don't know you're living them until years later, looking in the rearview mirror.

said, getting up and rummaging in the sacks of groceries.

He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.

Hello sweet mommy. My name is Khalika and I am living in Gambia. I have read your requirements and am saying I am excellent candidate for professional job you are wanting. Please be immediate wiring two thousand dollars (American) for air travel expenses.

Maybe he was. Maybe he had something to smile about these days.

My grandma Ruth used to say there's a little felon in the best of us.

The door slammed shut behind her, and a moment later she heard what sounded like a tennis shoe being thrown against the wooden door. "I hate you!" Maggy screamed.

I went to college at Florida State, which is where I got my interior design degree, and after college, I moved down to Miami. We moved back here a few years ago." "Miami. Is that where you met your

phone number to Booker

Vulgarity is the crutch of the weak and the ignorant,'" I snapped. "But what the fuck did she know?

Wendell had looted the trust fund left to her by her grandfather and father, to the tune of six million dollars. And change.