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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 30, 2023
The small knot of poultry swims in a pillar-box red sauce, vibrant puddles of green oil polka-dotted over the vast white plate, some sort of grey ash sprinkled over everything. It looks like a crime scene, like crass pop art. Alison loads a fork. The meat sits in her mouth, wet and solid as clay.
...Eleanor and the twins, babies still, soft as finger buns.
When Patrick insisted they go out for decadent meals, more often than not - depending on her mood and how unwieldy she was feeling - she would go to the bathroom afterwards to heave it all out of her. She didn't even feel shame. Didn't even try to hide it. It felt good at the time, and now she considers it a period of personal growth, purging to rebalance the equilibrium of her humours, like an Elizabethan monk, a stoic.