Chapter 7
The night was spent with Emily, going over the pieces that Sarah had published. Rachel was right, she was one out of all of them who really enjoyed to read and had firm, unswayable literary opinions.
She enjoyed Sarah's writing.
"I don't think I get it," Emily said. They were curled in Becky's bed, the cat between them, not wanted to moving or shift or do anything that used energy or was some sort of effort. She was staring at the computer screen. "Rachel likes it?"
"I guess so,” Becky said. She had never had much patience to discuss literature, discuss books and stories, but she read the opening paragraph again, trying to find something nice to say about it. She failed in that task and looked towards her mother.
"This is weird," Becky said. "I guess. It's just odd. She just
