It's vampire Barbie" ……….. "get a load of this," I said, " perfect makeup, perfect nails, perfect figure --- it makes me want to shove her head-first into a steaming pile of horse crap. Why is it you can never find a mounted police when you need one?" ……
"your ….late….wife?" I whispered.

Vayl nodded, just a slight jerk of his head. " She died. Then she killed me. Ergo…. Late wife.

Autore: Jennifer Rardin