Chapter 4On Friday morning, after the kids have gone to school and Owen has left for work, after she washes up and puts in a load of laundry and feeds Homer and makes the beds, after she glances in her study and feels a twinge of guilt for not working on her nonexistent novel, Emma gets ready to go out.
She stands in front of the bathroom mirror and runs a brush through her shoulder-length brown hair, ignoring as best she can the few worrisome strands of gray. She’d love to cut her hair short, something chic and vaguely French, but Sarah and Ben shout her down every time she mentions it. Worse, Owen tells her he thinks she’d look cute with short hair. But she doesn’t want to look cute; she wants to look glamorous, mysterious. Emma scowls at her reflection. Much to her regret, she’s not re
