Usually The People I Do

Fear Makes Idiots Out Of Us All, At Some Time Or Other.

Cheeses Crusty, Got All Musty, Got Damp On The Stone Of A Peach,” I Agreed. He Looked Blank, So I Repeated It With Proper Emphasis. “ Cheez-zes Crusty. Got Al -musty. Got Damp On The Stoneofapeach.

Mmm, He Rumbled Into My Ear. I Thought That Being Married Meant That I Never Go To Bed Hungry.

C’est Moi, C’est Moi,’tis I,' I Told Him. It Seemed Appropriately Melodramatic, Though I Didn’t Know If He’d Catch The Reference. I Shouldn’t Have Worried. Unexpectedly, He Laughed. “trust You To Quote Lancelot Rather Than Guinevere.

Heart Turned To Me, His Face Thought­ful. “yes­ter­day Morn­ing. Yes, That Means That Daphne Hadn’t Been Home For Two Days Be­fore That.” He Smiled At Me. “you Were Sup­posed To Be The Al­pha’s Eye Can­dy.” Adam Laughed. “what?” I Asked Him. “you Don’t Think I’d Be Good Eye Can­dy?” I Looked Down At My Over­alls And Grease-​stained Hands. I’d Torn An­oth­er Nail To The Quick. “hon­ey Is Eye Can­dy,” Said Ben Apolo­get­ical­ly. “you’re . . . Just You.” “mine,” Said Adam, Edg­ing Be­tween Heart And Me. “mine Is What She Is.