Jane: "Missy was not so subtly reminding me that she had done something nice for me and here i was being rude when all she was asking me to do was attend a nice party. This was the way southern women worked all peaches & cream laced with arsenic.

There was not a lot of room for someone like me, who kept the gossip mill running like a hamster wheel.

I hated her out of principle; and that principle was bitterness.

Ah, spite, the stuff of fairy tales.

Go on, you've claimed your thirty pieces of silver, go do something crazy like put gas in that penis replacement you call transportation.