“No one likes a bitch, dear,” Twila said in a saccharine voice as she patted Thistle a little too harshly on the cheek. “You’ll never find a man if you talk down to him like that. Of course, any man you find right now would have to look past your hair and try to find the warmth inside you, anyway. That might be too
Entire family of horrid, bitchy people.
