The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters

I was sitting at home yesterday (where else?) working on the fourth draft of my suicide note when I got the call. I resented the interruption and nearly didn't answer the phone. I was having a hard time getting the tone right and, as we've discussed, tone is everything in correspondence.

This weekend I read The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson. After I started reading it, I realized that I had already read it, but couldn't remember how it ended. A couple of times I would read something that sparked a memory of what was to come in the next few pages. It's a good book (has nothing to do with foster/adopt) and was nice to read again. Below is one of my favorite lines from the book:

"Finally, the stewardess brings me my godamned Bloody Mary. She actually said, Drink it slow because this is your last one. I've had three, big deal. Have I been unruly? I asked nicely. Her cat-ass lips puckered as she lurched away."

I almost titled this post "cat-ass lips" just to see who might land here via Google. Alternate titles were "the fourth draft of my suicide note" and "tone is everything". Figure the suicide thing would be a little too alarming as a title. Besides, I have to reserve that for when I finally get around to writting my next draft.