Monday
Almost done with Havermouth, and yet so far from done that it wasn’t funny, she thought, as she showered and dressed. She ate in the kitchen, looking out onto the uncompromising desert of the back garden, and remembering how it had looked when she had last stood in that same position.
Her mother had always had a penchant for greenery. There had always been some new exotic plant being coaxed into reluctant life under a palace of plastic-wrap and wire, watered precisely on the hour, to a measure – no more and no less.
If Tiffany had paid as much attention to her marriage or her daughter…, Aislen thought, and then pushed it aside, identifying it as internalized misogyny. Tiffany’s marriage breakdown was in equal measure the responsibility, if not more so, of Patrick, who had been th
