My Cardboard Balcony

Home by Belinda Roddie I'll make you a sandwich if you smile, add extra cheese for a laugh, even, because the moment I see you happy is the moment we throw all the bottles away and the crumbs are swept into the night air so we can be clean, and safe, and healthy.

He said that she was sitting in a "sultry position," so he "could not help" ogling her and then reaching his smeared fingers out to touch her. He simply could not understand what he had done to deserve the crushed knuckles on his offending hand, smacked hard by a very heavy purse. "And what was in that thing, anyway?" he growled as the bartender brought him a bag of ice. "Bricks?" "Nah," I said with a glower. "I'd say her pride. And you deserve every ounce of pain from it."