Sublime

“Out you go, Peter.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead now. Peter glares up at me—back rounded and one front paw lifted—while his tiny body shakes. Some people might think he’s cold, but I know better. That’s his small-man rage.

idiot!”

A serial line jumper has been making his way forward along the turkey line, a large white alpha male whose social skills, if any, are still in beta, intimidating people one by one out of his way.

For George is an old gray cat who has accumulated a hatred of people and things so intense that even hidden upstairs he communicates his prayer that you will go away. If the bomb should fall and wipe out every living thing except Miss Brace, George would be happy. That’s the way he would design a world if it were up to him.

“He’s like the most dangerous species of American there is: heterosexual white male who didn’t get what he wanted.”

ornery

“Fuckin’ pigs,” Jane says, jumping up and scattering orange peel everywhere.