The Briar Club

by Kate Quinn

“Whatever it is that’s eating you up . . . It’ll poison whatever time you’ve got left, if you aren’t careful.” She took up the brush, reached for the primer. “Let it go.”

She needed an excuse to take off the sugar-sweet smile and scream more often, Bea thought. Maybe all women did.

Those generals and colonels need a few old women on staff at these meetings so there’s someone on hand to say, ‘That is the stupidest idea on God’s green earth.’”