The Bitch Posse: A NovelThese are the confessions of the Bitch Posse. Cherry, Rennie, and Amy were outcasts, rebels, and dreamers. And their friendship was so all-encompassing that some would call it dangerous. This is the story of three women-as seniors in high school and as women in their mid-thirties---who formed a bond in order to survive the pitfalls and perils of their lives. In the present day, one of them is a wife and mother-to-be, trying to live a "normal" life. One of them is a writer who engages in a number of self-destructive relationships. And one of them is in a mental hospital---and has been ever since that one fateful night fifteen years ago, when a heart-wrenching betrayal and the unraveling of relationships led them to a point of no return, where their actions triggered unimaginable consequences. These secrets have torn them apart while inextricably binding them to one another. What happened to them? And can they survive their shared history, even today? |
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... doesn't have to think about her empty, nonexistent novel, doesn't have to think about anything. Not her past. Not the Porter Place. That wasn't real anyway. No more yielding but a dream . . . She washed all that away a long time ago ...
... doesn't want to know. She keeps it because she can't get rid of it, but sometimes her glance flits in its direction, like tonight in the swell of sex in her room, in the womb of passion that still, somehow, contains this. A sinking spin ...
... doesn't know what she wants. She felt good for a minute, but now, it's all she can do to keep from pulling the stained knife from the bedside table, slashing it across her wrists. Why is she so unhappy, with her pretty Bay, her great ...
... doesn't, so she takes out her cards and shuffles them, plays a game of solitaire, shuffles again, and plays faster and faster, and if it's a bad time she'll get depressed and nasty. And she cries. I pull cat hair from the disposal ...
... doesn't bother to wipe it away, just lets it glisten there. She yanks my arm out of the dishwater and squeezes it, hard. “You don't want my life. Hell, I don't want my life. How the fuck did I endup here?” I shake my arm away, just ...
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23Cherry | |
24Amy | |
25Rennie | |
26Cherry | |
27Amy | |
28Rennie | |
29Cherry | |
30Amy | |
8Cherry | |
9Amy | |
10Rennie | |
11Cherry | |
12Amy | |
13Rennie | |
14Cherry | |
15Amy | |
16Rennie | |
17Cherry | |
18Amy | |
19Rennie | |
20Cherry | |
21Amy | |
22Rennie | |
31Rennie | |
32Cherry | |
33Amy | |
34Rennie | |
35Cherry | |
36Amy | |
37Rennie | |
38Cherry | |
39Amy | |
40Rennie | |
41Cherry | |
42Amy | |
Bitch Goddess Notebook | |
Acknowledgments | |