roxanne

Surely, as Roxanne also suggests, their publishers need to do a better job of promoting their books here.

And Roxanne, instead of blushing, got pale and put her arm around my neck.

First, I pinned one in the tie of my middy and then, with stern determination, I handed one to Roxanne.

The others never notice that Roxanne's hands are never empty of patching jobs.

Roxanne was the first one to speak, and as usual she had seen the rosy side of something, even if it was not the real thing.

I knew Roxanne said something in answer to that; in my heart I knew, but I couldn't hear what it was with my ears.