Chapter 12
"Becky. Becky. Are you paying attention?" She was staring at the wall of her kitchen. It was early. She was getting up earlier than she had to now, maybe because of stress. She knew that Emily was talking to her, but yet, she could not get herself to pay attention to what Emily was saying.
"Barely, Mom. What are you saying?" Becky asked.
"I'm saying that those loons in the book club have not changed at all. How did we all become the people we hated most?" Emily said. It looked as if Emily had had all the sleep in the world. She looked clean and fresh, while Becky still had to shower and get dressed. She had slept in an old university sweatshirt, if she counted rolling around in her bed as sleeping.
Which, of course, she didn't.
"Mom, please," Becky said, "I need to get read
