With each wallop, some bit of anger came loose. Her not owning the Arcadia. Whack. All the times she’d felt silenced or smothered. Whack. When men told her to smile. Whack. The misogynist comments of a certain presidential candidate. Whack. “Jailbait,” her brother’s word. Whack. Her father’s mood swings and absences. Whack. David’s marriage. Whack. Whack. Whack.

