
Chapter Fourteen
The scoreboard is rigged and she knows it. She still glances at it. So do you.
Everything seemed just perfect. Which made everyone nervous.
Everyone but the desperate bitch. For her, the pursuit of perfection was her only hope.
One desperate bitch bought a pool. Another renovated her kitchen.
A third started playing pickleball. A fourth discovered yoga.
A fifth found herself. Twice.
The whole neighborhood was supportive. Mostly.
Bitches compare. Who doesn't?
The rich compare themselves to the richer. The beautiful compare themselves to the more beautiful.