"Carrie, time for bed." Marlena stuck her head in Carrie's door and immediately regretted it. Fifteen year old girls were supposed to be slobs, but how could she live like that? Marlena glanced around the room and made a mental note of the laundry on the floor. 'Pick your battles' she heard her mother saying …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 