Book Report

If you want drama Pender, try living with a near-teen. Last night I feared the door slamming and sulking could be heard from blocks away. That girl drives me to drink. (Though I have been very strong! Not a sip since the party at Suzy's.) She knows I'm sad about Harcourt leaving and she cannot help rubbing my face in that. But I'm immune to that now. All I wanted was to go to my book club. For the first time in months I've actually read the book. I loved it. I absolutely adored it in fact. It's the first book this club has chosen that I have liked. This is it:


My real motive for reading, though, was that I had to see you-know-who. That naughty femme who is planning her escape from Wilmaville in the most devious way. She does look happy, fit, relaxed. I suppose that's what a dalliance with a younger man will do for you. Are you absolutely certain, Pender, that she is leaving her husband and two teenage kids for a man only a few years older than her son? Really? It seems as if that would take courage and she, honestly, doesn't look the courageous type to me. Oh, I've invited Harper to join this blog. So please stop calling her Harpy. You know she won't like that. And I've stopped calling her Happy.