The Twisted Ones

Bongo’s nose is far more intelligent than the rest of him, and I believe it uses his brain primarily as a counterweight)

It was just that if I laughed, it wasn’t serious.

I hoped like hell he was friendly, because he could probably break me in half with one hand. You think things like this when you’re a woman and there’s nobody around to hear you scream.

I felt like the only other living person on earth was my dad, up north, and the world was empty except for the two of us who had to deal with what my grandmother had left behind.