Saturdays meant no alarm clock. Sydney slept like a baby monkey.
Amy loved it when Grandma Nettie had a third glass of wine.
Dana spent the entire day practicing his frolicking. Someday, he would be the star of a wall calendar, goddammit.
Leonid had a feeling when he left the job interview that the organization didn’t really believe in transparency.
Glenda knew she had to SELL THE LOOK. And even though she was right next to THE Dylan Brindlecoat, yes, THAT Dylan Brindlecoat, she secretly felt his work ethic was lacking.
Lisa refused to make eye contact. She couldn’t even with Marty’s well meaning paternalism. Not today.
Sylvia loved the camera, and the camera loved her.
Patric and Timothy’s discussion of their new living room as chartreuse or pear had devolved into stubborn silence.
Geraldine was smitten. Even Lucretia’s ELBOWS were cute.
Genevieve was seriously irritated that tourism had ruined her favorite sunbathing location.