Nancy

“Being a mother, Grace thought, was a lot like being an artist—you are always insecure, you always feel like a phony, you know that everybody else is better at it than you. The mothers who doted obsessively on their offspring, the ones who performed their numbing tasks with that Stepford-ready smile and supernatural patience—you know, those mothers who always, always, have the right supplies for the ideal after-school craft . . . Grace suspected that these women were profoundly disturbed.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look