The witch lived alone in the shadow of the forest. Her cottage, with its crooked door and moss-covered shingles, was perched at the edge of a still, green pond with an overgrown orchard beyond. Only ... [+]
My mother told me I should never date a guy who didn't have his own car. She said that it set some bad precedent, mixed up the lines between provider and provided-for. There's nothing more ladylike than the passenger seat, is what she said to me. She's always been a bit old-fashioned in that way. I kind of got what she was saying. Who wants to be with the guy who's always asking around to borrow somebody's truck? But then again, I was a little desperate. My mother and her standards didn't take into account the dating pool's dire state. So I decided instead just to never drive a guy around anyw