Wild Game: My Mother, Her Secret, and Me

by Adrienne Brodeur

“And the pièce de résistance,” Malabar said, reaching for the purple box, “will be this.” She gently removed the necklace and motioned for me to help her put it on. I clasped it behind her neck.

Bitchhhh WHAT

If the essential dramatic question was, Had it been worth it?, Malabar’s answer was yes. If there was one truth that I’d learned from all my reading, it was this: Happy endings do not apply to everyone. Someone is always left out of that final, jubilant scene. This time, that someone was me.

Fukkkkkk you MaLabAr