(Un)happy Things
Power
I
A
remember watching one of
those makeover shows that she
loved, although I don’t know why.
There was an extremely tanned
dentist discussing how disgusting
a woman’s teeth were in the most
blatant way possible but, for
some reason, I couldn’t switch the
channel over.
is a democracy, Miss Isabelle.” I
stood up and threw her over my
shoulder, causing her to giggle
uncontrollably.
“I’m going to call her Andromeda,”
a precocious little voice said from
the doorway.
I placed her on her bed amongst
a small army of cuddly toys and
carefully took An