“...cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off--damn ankle straps!--or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.”
“Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.”
“Curiosity never killed this cat’ — that’s what I’d like as my epitaph”
“...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle insidethe room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.”
“I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.”
“My little ankle-strap sandals curled with embarrassment for her.”