I wrapped up my grandmother's tea cup collection and my mother's china, then grabbed a violin I'd hidden way back in my closet that made me cry, a gold necklace with a dolphin that my father gave me two weeks before he died of a heart attack when I was twelve and, at midnight,...
"Women can look so innocent. And a few of them might be. Innocent, I mean. Most aren't. Most have secrets. Pretty big ones if I do say so myself. They silently nurture raging passions they've smothered for years because life has insisted they do so. They hide who they truly are...