![]() ![]() When she heard Patricia, she turned and attacked her, biting off part of her earlobe. Taking out the trash a few nights later, Patricia was startled to find her unpleasant elderly neighbor rummaging through the cans and snacking on a raccoon. ![]() Within days, though, she knew that she had found her tribe. Some of the other women had decided to start a club of their own, and to Patricia’s shock and dismay, they were going to read true crime novels. Walking back to her car, she heard, “Pssst!” from the darkness. Despite all of her excuses, she was tossed out of the club. She had read the first sentence several times, but something always happened, such as when her daughter had to be driven to one of her many practices or the time her son had to be rushed to the emergency room because he had stuffed 24 raisins up his nose. She had worked so hard to get into the exclusive little group, and now, for her very first discussion, she hadn’t had time to read the book. Patricia has ninety minutes before she has to lead the discussion of Cry, the Beloved Country for the Mount Pleasant women’s book club. ![]()
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