You Must Be Poor. Why?

My Goal Is To Teach Readers How To Treat And Respect Themselves And Each Other In An Entertaining Way. I Do That In All Of My Books.

Viktor Was Swinging A Leather Duffle And Wearing A Black Adidas Tracksuit And His Favorite Brown Ugg Slippers With A Hole In The Toe. "worn And Old, Just Like Viv," He'd Say When Frankie Made Fun Of Them, And Then His Wife Would Swat Him On The Arm. But Frankie Knew He Was Just Joking, Because Viveka Was The Type Of Woman You Wished Was In A Magazine Just So You Could Stare At Her Violet-colored Eyes And Shiny Black Hair Without Being Called A Stalker Or A Freak.

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.

Am I A Vampire?" Massie Asked. "huh?" Alicia Asked. "then Why Are You Keeping Me In The Dark?

Claire, Did I Invite You To My Bbq?" "no." "then Why Are You Up In My Grill?