Don t Diss the Chef
Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem. She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California! "Brenda," she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, "Remind me why we are...