By Lorna Landvik
The ladies of Freesia court docket are confident that there's not anything reliable espresso, delectable truffles, and a powerful shoulder can t repair. Laughter is the glue that holds them jointly the root of a e-book workforce they name AHEB (Angry Housewives consuming Bon Bons), an unofficial membership that turns into even more. It turns into a lifeline. conserving on via 40 eventful years, there s religion, a lonely mom of twins who harbors a poor mystery that has condemned her to residing a lie; immense, appealing Audrey, the resident intercourse queen who is familiar with that with solid posture and an perspective you will get away with something; advantage, the shy medical professional s spouse with the face of an angel and the personal hell of an abusive husband; Kari, a smart girl with an excellent snicker who is aware the best presents look after existence s fiercest storms; and at last, Slip, a tiny spitfire of a lady who isn t afraid to seem difficulty directly within the eye. This stalwart team of acquaintances depicts a different slice of yankee existence, of stay-at-home days and new careers, of kids and grandchildren, of daring beginnings and moment probabilities, during which the ability of forgiveness, figuring out, and the peerlessly timed chuckle healthy is the CPR that mends damaged hearts and shattered goals.
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Someone had to drag her into the swingin’ sixties,” said Slip. “You guys dragged me into a lot more than that,” said Merit, and we all sat for a moment, reflecting on how true the statement was for all of us. “Hey,” said Audrey finally, “while we’re waiting for Dr. ” “To Kill a Mockingbird,” I said. ” “I love rereading all our favorites,” said Kari. ” Slip looked at Audrey. ” She looked at the clock next to the TV mounted on the wall. ” “He’d better,” said Slip. ” She yawned into her closed fist.
Audrey shook her head. “You’re the sweet one. Beth was the sweet one. Therefore you’re Beth. ” “If I’m Marmee,” said Slip, “then that makes you Amy. Spoiled, blond, selfish . ” Audrey returned Slip’s smile with one of her own. ” “I don’t want to be Beth,” said Merit softly. We bickered a few minutes over who was most like what character—hardly the only time we’d argued about a book—and then Slip asked if anyone had a quarter. “I think we should flip for Jo,” she said, giving me her famous I’m-right-and-you’re-wrong look.
He’d better,” said Slip. ” She yawned into her closed fist. “Hey, while we’re waiting, how about a song? ” It was Slip’s little entertainment lately—she thought it cheered everyone up—to request group sing-alongs. “Let’s sing something a bunch of cowboys would sing around the campfire. ” asked Merit, and after we shrugged our consent, she hummed a note we all tried to match. Even though Merit sang for a living now, her voice was always a little too trembly soprano for my tastes; I preferred Kari’s clear and strong alto.