Chapter 1
Emily
“If you won’t let the law school thing go, I swear I’m
going to break into the gallery and switch all your paintings
with nudes. Not the tasteful kinds either. The really gross,
nasty kinds.”
“Emily Radcliffe!” Emily’s mother, Sandra, put her hand to
her heart with a dramatic flare, like she was actually going to
suffer a heart attack for real.
Emily felt zero remorse for putting the image in her
mother’s mind, though she was only half kidding. “Don’t you
think it’s weird that you’re over fifty and still care what people
think?”
Sandra sniffed. Her hand went to her carefully dyed blonde
hair next. Her wedding ring set with the giant diamond and the
band with all the tiny little diamonds flashed in the afternoon
light streaming in from the living room’s big bay window.
Emily had walked in after a day of classes and found her mom
sitting in the navy-blue wingback armchair with a magazine
about cooking, like it was nineteen forty-nine. It might as well
be, for all the freedom her mom wanted her to actually have.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that you’re over twenty-one and
you don’t?” Sandra shot back.
Emily dropped down hard on the couch. She slid her