Bellewether

by Susanna Kearsley

something I’d been taught at home: whatever parts of life you couldn’t organize, you hid. And that I could do.

I had made it at a sleepover in high school, with a friend who’d had a jewelry-making kit. I still remembered just how hard it was to keep those beads together in their pattern, neat and smooth, without them sliding off the other end and spilling out onto the carpet, but after hours of trying, I had conquered them, and more than ten years later those same beads were still in order.

This is embarassing.....it's not that hard and it is literally unbelievable that a person possessed of both thumbs and at least one finger per hand could not manage it in less than 20 minutes.

one of those women whose age scarcely mattered

This character is weirdly hyper aware of other women's ages.

The staff entrance door had to be locked from the outside.

Add this to the renovation list.

Sometimes,” he said, “you must allow a man to be a man.”

My stomach sank below the crushing weight that came with knowing that my weekend would now be completely taken up with trying to keep Tyler, Rachel, and my parents on an even keel while fielding arguments and explanations.

I swear to God.... Tell the adult man to put on his big boy panties and deal or go home.

Hearts were stubborn things, and often inconvenient.