“Wealthy and wise-a*s, snooty and arrogant – that was me once upon a time. A typical rich b***h. Flying between mansions in Boston Massachusetts and Kaanapoli Maui was part of the norm.”
Buddy"s laughter was reminiscent of Salvation Army Christmas bells: pretty, delicate, and spirited. “These days I"m much more human and a lot more humble. Still, if Father hadn"t screwed up, I"d probably be dining on pâté de foie gras and les cuisses de grenouille in a three-star Michelin Paris restaurant instead of eating donuts in an Oahu park.” She eyed the four remaining malasadas, arched a toned shoulder, and placed one on a napkin on her lap, covering the name of an Asian bakery.
pâté de foie grasles cuisses de grenouilleA twinge, a teeny stomach stitch, ensued as I recalled the last time I"d seen
