Don’t ask me why she insisted on constantly marring her beauty with that scrunched-up expression, glaring at me with burning, reproachful eyes.
You’d think I’d offered to murder her pet kitten rather than approach her booth at the annual craft fair to chat.
Whatever it was that was stuck in her craw, no matter how I sliced it, I didn’t think it could possibly be me.
Her reaction wasn’t appropriate for the matter at hand.
I gave her my best grin, and her anger seemed to abate somewhat under the warm glow I projected onto her with my smile.
The local band, which was hired for the event, Dr. Octopus, revved up in the background and began playing.
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
Woo-hoo, witchy womanSee how high she flies
See how high she fliesWoo-hoo, witchy woman
Woo-hoo, witchy womanShe got
