They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.
Baptists don’t spend their time thinking about reality.
Friends are the support bras of life. We don’t let each other down.
I’ve never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one’s done it yet.
You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.
Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?
There are some experiences in life they haven’t invented the right words for.
What do you think they were doing? Playing a few hands of Find-the-Lady?