Let's get THINGS straight: You made up your mind about me and my son the day some prude, who got what she deserved, told you to.
Silly you. Cause I'm not Beverly. And I'm not my son either. I'm Momma.
And that's just gonna have to be good enough for you.
Cause serial killers don't grow on trees, you know.
You have to plant them.
What members say
This book piles so much into such a short book. The narrator is perfect. She makes you feel like she is telling the story specially to you. This book is dark.