My Cardboard Balcony

Asked A Question by Belinda Roddie This conversation with a stranger on a train relies on strategy to unearth truth like dried cake with a bent fork. And now the husband doesn't trust the wife, and the polygraph tests are rife - expensive, too, and all I can do is wonder, "Why aren't you running away?"

Take a swizzlestick to that sweet liqueur shot of glamour, and stir as hard as you can until the bubbles spread. Then, you can use pearls as a chaser, lace gloves puckering around the wrists, as your socialite friends swallow larger and sharper gemstones. Soon, they'll be living treasure caves, and they will drink, drink, drink.