“No boyfriend," I said, perhaps a little too quickly. Have I mentioned my total lack of social life? Having a dream about… — Eileen Rendahl Copy Share Image
“Alex snorted as he packed the wound with sticky rice. "Is that stuff sterile?" Ted asked, staring at Alex. "They boil it,… — Eileen Rendahl Copy Share Image
“I have this, well, this boo-boo, and Alex says I need sticky rice to treat it." Had I really just referred to… — Eileen Rendahl Copy Share Image
