"It didn't matter if Cheryl had been around almost ten years; she was a bystander
in the relationship with her husband, Jeffrey, and his son, Teddy.
"Teddy had been consistently tired or out of sorts or under the weather since we
found him on the beach at age 'eleven', drunk and stoned".
Cheryl... Step wife ...
And
Teddy...Jeffrey's son...
Are the two main narrators ....'both' feel like fenced-in-outsiders.
These two characters have more in common than they realized.
Jeffrey isn't wanted at school, ( Dartmouth College). He deserved to be kicked out,
but not one friend seemed to give a rats ass.
"They didn't want me around at their parties anymore and I was suddenly known
for having bad drugs--too cut with the under-the-sink garbage. It sucked to know
that no one gave a shit I was leaving. "
When Teddy returns home to "Little Neck Cove", Connecticut, (their wealthy community),
his dad says, "We knew you were having a rough time; we're just happy to have you back".
Teddy laughed at the thought, hoping he could believe it.
Back home...first things first ...not have a serious talk with parents, not have a homecoming
dinner, not go see a therapist... nope......first things first:
"I pulled open my dad's bedside table and look through the pill bottles to find something I could munch on. Heart medicine, arthritis medicine, blister pack of Viagra. I thought later about grabbing some for later, because why not but I checked the expiration date and they were
dunno two years ago. Damn, nothing more depressing than expired Viagra. I put it back where I found it and went through the rest of the bottles. And they're like a beautiful light, was a
half-full bottle of oxycodone. I opened it and my chalky heaven poured out. Thank you, Dad".
Right from the start of this story ... I was curious about Cheryl's awareness of her 'own'
life.
This is a woman who does not feel wanted by her husband. "Jeffrey and I hadn't had
sex in two hundred and twenty-five days".
"When Jeffrey's first wife told me he had a voracious appetite for women, I assumed
she was trying to be vindictive."
Cheryl feels like an outsider with her stepson, her husband, with the other country club,
wives, and the entire privilege suburban beach community.
The only place she feels at peace is during the early dawn ...with no people around.
"I could sit on the beach wall for hours, listening with my eyes closed, sometimes falling asleep completely. The only place I didn't know shut in, claustrophobic unwelcomed".
Cheryl ...mid 40's, by the way....was also astutely aware of her physical body ...and of
other women. She was the type of woman who puts a lot of value into 'looking good'...
as if being 'perfect thin, young, and having smooth skin was a weapon of protection...
and all other women were weak and without armor.
When Cheryl look around at the other 'country-club- wives'... she measure herself UP ...
in better physical shape....yet she knew it was 'the same' for all of them:
"We are now transitioning between desirable and undesirable – – that sad moment when a woman realized that absolutely no man is looking at her, not even a passing glance.
It made us all paralyzed with fear".
The Neighbors ...( the Little Neck Cove Community), voted to build a fence around their
beach because Latino fisherman had been seen urinating between parked cars. THOSE
dirty men...are to be FEARED... (Oh my, they are invading their exclusive suntan-wealthy-whites
dysfunctional lives)! All they needed now...besides their barricaded fencing, were Dobermans
patrolling at night.
"SHE SELLS SEASHELLS DOWN BY THE SEASHORE" .........(NOT in this community) ...
KEEP OUT penis-peeing-vagrants!
Upper-middle-class aggression is in full bloom... life is a crashing catastrophe.
Thank You Regan Arts Publishing, Netgalley, and Karolina Waclawiak...an enjoyable'
witty comic and tragic story.... ( brutal honest moments)
We are not all that different under our skin- each of us is longing to be loved...
for connections that will quell our loneliness.