Whisper Network

by Chandler Baker

women could not be real friends unless they were willing to talk shit together. It was the closest thing she knew to a blood pact that didn’t involve knives.

Grace would like to outsource the whole thing—what was that called again? Oh, right, “formula”—but she just knew that the second she did, Emma Kate would develop childhood diabetes or terrible allergies and the doctor would turn to Grace and ask: Were you breastfeeding?

We felt guilty if we weren’t feeling guilty enough, so much so that we began to take pride in this ability to function under moral conflict.