What can YOU say in six sentences?
Although he left me three years ago for that little “cat burglar” in blue, down at the 23rd precinct---man, I didn't see that one coming---I still love him.
Haven’t received the phone call yet, but tonight, I know—I just know.
He used to joke about it; said we all’d get hit by the final “party train,” sooner or later. “The party train,” he called it, like death was some kind of steam engine decked out in pink streamers and glittering mirror balls as it hurtled high on two steel rails, straight through your heart.
I wonder if that little cop-wife of his will even bother to call me?