4 Quotes by Sandy Ward Bell

Chloe leans back in the leather recliner trying to recall the name of the person she murdered.

Upright, she's slapped with the aroma of musk and sweat. It's the good hunky, 'shirtless man building a dollhouse for his daughter' kind of perspiration, not the 'he just mowed the lawn' kind of stench.

I take my food very seriously. Whenever I hear that bell, I know Mrs. Norris is hankerin' for some spam.

The powerful chords that emanated from the radio heated me from the inside out, like a microwave.