Deconstructed

by Liz Talley

and carried themselves with the protection that privilege gave a person.

My third inclination actually happened. I dropped to my knees on the new carpet I had put in last January and shattered like a snow globe tossed onto cold marble. The slivers of my self-worth glittered and throbbed. I was doomed to never be whole again. I cried until my head hurt, curled into a ball, Pippa sitting beside me looking helpless and reluctant to make eye contact. But she stayed, sinking onto her haunches with a sigh that mirrored the desolation inside me.

I took three swallows of my sugary drink and said, “I think Scott is cheating on me.” Ruby’s eyes turned to glittering topaz gemstones. “Then we need to take that sonofabitch down.”

That he’d played with the Yankees wasn’t nearly as interesting as reliving his home run in Omaha the year the Tigers won the championship. This was Louisiana. LSU reigned supreme.

this book is written in such a cringy way