Chapter Sixteen
As different as we all are, we are more alike than is sometimes comfortable to admit. We are as prone to judgment as to love. To solidarity as to strife. We are all faced with the struggle to balance individuality and conformity. Introspection and habit.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
When Mitch ran out on their fight, Carol was left kneeling on the bed, heaving in righteous indignation and a sort of queasy triumph. Her anger was both adrenaline and anesthetic, and it took her a while to come down from the high of it. She prowled the house, cracking her fingers and running them along the backs of furniture or across the walls.
But when the cold in the small rooms seeped through her thin pajamas, reality reasserted itself, chilly and uncomf
