You’re doing it, dredging up all the people from my old life, the one that isn’t mine, not anymore. Sarah Beth is so obsessed that she wants to make a pilgrimage to the island and Sly’s eyes bulge with excitement. “Yes,” she says. “Field trip! So on theme with our kindergarten ethos. I love it.” I HATE IT and Sarah Beth says she’d have to run it by the hubs and I see the wheels turning in Sarah Beth’s head. There isn’t a mouse in my house. There are mice in my hice and fucking murder-obsessed women and Mats is on my side. He thinks it was a suicide, but Sarah Beth throws down the gauntlet.
