I Poo Poo The Chit.' The Attendant

I Prefer The Word Aviatrix. It Has More Zing To It." "it's Very Zingy," I Agreed.

It's The Way You Look Whenever She Mentions Her Fiance. My Cat Looks Like That Before He Hacks Up A Hairball.

Why Do You Need To Fly So Much?” She Asked. “if I Don’t, It’ll Catch Up With Me.” The Words Just Came Out. “what Will?” I Took My Hands From My Face, Panting. I Stared Out At The Storm. “unhappiness.

I Raised My Hands, Trying To Shush Her. "don't Shush Me," She Said, Eyes Blazing. "i Hate Being Shushed.

I Know You Pretty Well." "better Than Anyone I Think." I Smiled. Her Compliment Was Like A Gift Itself, Only More Precious Than Anything That Could Be Bought.