By Molly Harper
"If Singletree’s purely florist didn’t convey her posies half-drunk, i'd nonetheless be married to that floor-licking, scum-sucking, receptionist-nailing hack-accountant, Mike Terwilliger." Lacey Terwilliger’s surprise and humiliation over her husband’s philandering urged her so as to add a few bonus fabric to Mike’s corporation e-newsletter: beautiful Technicolor descriptions of the exact model of "administrative help" his receptionist supplies him. The special mass e mail to Mike’s kinfolk, pals, and consumers blows up in her face, and sooner than you can actually say "instant city legend," Lacey has develop into the pariah of her small Kentucky city, a media punch line, and the defendant in Mike’s defamation lawsuit. Her doubtless excellent lifestyles up in flames, Lacey retreats to her family’s lakeside cabin, purely to come across an worrying neighbor named Monroe. A hunky crime novelist with a low tolerance for drama, Monroe isn't extremely joyful a couple of newly divorced girl relocating in round the corner. yet with time, beer, and a reveal door to the nostril, a wary friendship develops into whatever infinitely extra gratifying. Lacey has to make your mind up approximately her long term dwelling preparations, although. may still she take a task writing caustic divorce newsletters for paying consumers, or movement on along with her personal existence, pursuing extra literary aspirations? Can she locate happiness with a guy who tells her what he thinks and never what she desires to listen? and should she ever be capable to withstand asserting one . . . final . . . factor?
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It was obvious she’d given the place a thorough once over after I’d called her that afternoon. The floor was freshly scrubbed and the living room still smelled like lemon Pledge and Windex. As usual, she’d left a plate of her famous snickerdoodles for me on the table. I carried in my suitcase, my laptop and a couple of bags of on the lam” groceries. Dropping it all on the kitchen counter, I stared at my new home. I’d never realized how small the cabin was. Or that it had a weird old refrigerator sort of smell.
The thing that really chaps my ass is that now that I’d read the e-mails, I knew that Mike was at least willing to try the new and different with Beebee. On the copy machine. On the couch in the office. In cheap motels. Why could he break his precious sex rules for Beebee and not me? Because I was his wife? Because he couldn’t think of me that way? Or was I really that bad in bed? ” It felt like I was being criticized for not knowing what I was doing, but refused adequate instruction. It was like high school algebra.
My parents had that something. Something Mike and I didn’t have. I didn’t know what it was and that was what was driving me insane. I’m not going to say Mike was a total monster. I mean, there was the year that he got me an air purifier for my birthday, but only because I’d mentioned that the infomercial was interesting. I shared some blame in that. We had no connection. No dependence on each other, no real intimacy. We started dating in high school because we ran in the same circles and our parents approved.
And One Last Thing ... by Molly Harper