4 Quotes by Genie Frisbee

I recoiled with a thud of recognition.

Who is this pompous hobgoblin? His jaw had grown square, his belly had gone soft. He was parading like a dictator in jockey shorts and argyle socks.

Six nervous wives at the sink, each quiet as a queen on a chessboard.

The beer gave Penn a headache immediately; she blinked like a mermaid struck by sunshine.