Death by Roses – hmm, now that’s a title. Am I being chomped on by my gorgeous iceberg roses?...
The only bummer? I had to read THE LAST SECOND to Clothilde (the fertility statue and goddess of the waterfall) because she was afraid she’d get it wet. I do know what she yearns for -- my moose slippers and my lipstick, only in a more earthy shade, and my Warriors jacket. (Hang that one up, Clothilde.)