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March 17 - March 20, 2024
Angie had been Mel’s best friend for twenty-two years, since the first day of sixth grade when they met in home-room.
Angela Marie DeLaura
‘Getting married has ruined a lot of good men,’
want laser-cut cupcake liners in my wedding colors. I’m thinking our monogram should be worked into a delicate filigree, don’t you agree?”
Now every Thursday was cupcake roundup. Joyce collected all of the cupcakes that were too old to sell in the shop and took them to her feed-the-hungry group.
A pineapple cupcake with coconut buttercream icing, sprinkled with shredded coconut and topped off with a cherry and a pineapple chunk held in place by a paper umbrella.
“I hate her! I hate her! I hate her! I hope she chokes on those cupcakes.”
‘I know the perfect way to kill someone. You clog their arteries with whipped cream, chocolate mousse, butter . . . they go like that!’ ”
Mel shook her outstretched hand. She couldn’t help but notice that Susan had a perfect manicure, French tips on hands that were as soft as butter. She felt like shoving her own short-nailed, dry-skinned paws into her pockets, but she didn’t.
Why is she like this????
“But the only one getting any attention at her studio was Christie. Phoebe and I created the looks and Christie put her name on them.”
Aha
Christie had an obsessive need to own everything. It was almost pathologic, like she was afraid some crumb of fame might pass her by if she didn’t get full credit for every single aspect of her life.”
“Listen, the thing with Christie was going to happen one way or another,”
“She was racking up enemies like some women collect shoes. The outcome was inevitable.”
“ ‘Honest men stay honest only as long as it pays. That’s why I’m a thief and you’re a liar.’ ” Tate let them go. “Jack Strawhorn in Posse,” Angie said. “Who’s a liar?”
“It’s not very polite to listen in on other peoples’ conversations,” she said. “It’s not polite to believe the worst of a person before you’ve even met them,” he returned. “Touché,” she said. “Does one ill-mannered faux pas cancel out another?”
“What I feel for Joe is just a stupid crush left over from middle school,” Mel argued. “That’s not how you feel about Tate. You’re in love with him, and I can’t believe you never told me.” “How could I,” Angie asked, “when he’s always been in love with you?”
When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep, and you’re never really awake,
