Every few weeks , she has a messy crying jag like this that leaves her feeling shippwrecked and. awful. It's such a regular occurrence she thinks these storms of depression are as normal as rain.

We saw the yellow Cadillac at the end of the block trying to make a left-hand turn, but our alley is too skinny and the car crashed into a lamppost.
We ran down the block to where the cop's siren spun a dizzy blue.
The nose of that Cadillac was all pleated like an alligator's, and except for a bloody lip and a bruised forehead.