Dont Worry, Roza, I'm Not

Hey Sydney," She Said, Giving Me A Small, Crooked Smile As She Entered The Room. Her Flashing, Dark Eyes Were Friendly, But They Were Also Assessing Everything In The Room, Much As Eddie's Gaze Was. It Was A Guardian Thing. Rose Was About My Height And Dressed Very Casually In Jeans And A Red Tank Top. But, As Always, There Was Something As Exotic And Dangerous About Her Beauty That Made Her Stand Out From Everyone Else. She Was Like A Tropical Flower In This Dark, Stuffy Room. One That Could Kill You.

Right. Because There’s No Bigger Sign Of Commitment Than A Halloween Dance

That Memory Made A Lump Form In My Throat As I Remembered His Face, Serious And Gorgeous, Those Brown Eyes Intense And Passionate As He Spoke Up For Me And Convinced The Others Of My Value.

You Managed To Get Him A Duster, But You Couldn't Find Me A Pair Of Jeans?

Sydney Had Been Horrified To Discover My Home Library Consisted Of A Bartending Dictionary And An Old Copy Of Esquire, And At Her Pleading, I'd Promised To Read Something More Substantial. I Was Trying To Think Deep Thoughts As I Read Gatsby, But Mostly I Wanted To Throw Some Parties.