Chapter 118: Crunch of Boots

Laura The book club was my excuse to reconnect with my inner self. I'd always been told that I was very detached, cold, and simply too playful regarding serious matters. What could I do? What could I say? Everyone had a quirk that made them slightly distasteful to the next person. Mine, obviously, was my playfulness, which, as far as I was concerned, meant little to nothing. I rolled my eyes, sitting amongst the women in the book club, wondering just how I ended up there. Why did I sign up for this? I mentally poked myself in the arm with a metaphorical pole. Why did you do it? I kept asking myself, finding no reasonable answer. Today's subject of discussion was an incident involving Sarah. Sarah herself, the moderator of the meeting, displayed a self-absorbed smile plastered on her face. She seemed like one of those women who enjoyed Botox for some reason until it froze her face to the point where she couldn’t raise her eyebrows or smile—or even worse, one eyebrow would not move wh