By Molly Harper
"If Singletree’s in simple terms florist didn’t carry 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 publication: attractive Technicolor descriptions of the precise model of "administrative help" his receptionist provides him. The particular mass electronic mail to Mike’s relatives, buddies, and consumers blows up in her face, and sooner than it is easy to say "instant city legend," Lacey has turn into the pariah of her small Kentucky city, a media punch line, and the defendant in Mike’s defamation lawsuit. Her likely ideal existence up in flames, Lacey retreats to her family’s lakeside cabin, in basic terms to come across an disturbing neighbor named Monroe. A hunky crime novelist with a low tolerance for drama, Monroe isn't really delighted a couple of newly divorced lady relocating in round the corner. yet with time, beer, and a display door to the nostril, a wary friendship develops into anything infinitely extra pleasing. Lacey has to make your mind up approximately her long term residing preparations, although. may still she take a task writing caustic divorce newsletters for paying consumers, or movement on together 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 ready to withstand announcing one . . . final . . . factor?
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Mama’s face was as white as the newsprint. “Baby, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know he was writing it down. ” I took the paper from her shaking hands. “Unable to return to her marital home, Mrs. ” I read aloud. “When contacted by the Gazette, Mrs. ’ “Everybody thinks Lacey’s gone crazy, but that’s not true. She knew what she was doing,’ Mrs. Vernon said in a phone interview. ‘She was just pushed too far. And yes, she overreacted a little bit. It happens to the best of us, but I don’t want to comment.
Come in,” I said, chucking the Bundt and grabbing a handful of paper towels. I pressed the paper to his nose. ” He tilted his head back. “I broght you some keys that Mrs. Witter left for you,” he said. ” “I’m so sorry. I usually don’t assault my neighbors. And I’m wearing pants. ” I said, indicating the very covering jeans I was wearing. “Very nice,” he muttered, blotting at his reddened nostrils. He extended his other hand and shook mine. ” I said. ” He gave a brief flash of gleaming white teeth, then tucked them back away.
I sipped lemonade treated with just a smidge of vodka while I watched the residents of Lighthouse Cove set off fireworks down the shore. Mama would have been horrified by the notion of my drinking alone, but mostly because I was so close to a body of water. She would have told me if it could kill Natalie Wood, it could kill me, too In my mother’s mind, cautionary tales are timeless, however tenuously connected I watched the lights reflecting off the water, violent blooms of color that made my eyes ache and my chest tighten.