Jennifer Weiner - 02 by In Her Shoes

Author:In Her Shoes [Shoes, In Her]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-04T01:50:15.612000+00:00

V 206 Jennifer weiner

or cheated on, permit yourself one scandalous act of revenge (her last boyfriend, a hard-core vegan, had doubtlessly been shocked and horrified to find himself enrolled in the Organ Meat of the Month Club). Step three: Get over it. No regrets, no moping, no late-night drive-bys or dialing while drunk. Just on to the next adventure. "So what did he do?" "He cheated on me," Rose said. Amy shook her head. "I knew it." She narrowed her eyes. "Now, how are we going to make him pay? Professional humiliation? Anonymous letter to the law firm? Something disgusting left in his car?" "Like what?" Rose asked. "Anchovy paste," Amy said. "A few squirts inside the glove compartment, and his Lexus will never be the same." "Well, it wasn't just him," said Rose. "What do you mean?" "It was Maggie," said Rose. Amy spat out a chunk of her scone. "What?" "Maggie," Rose repeated. "I walked in on them." She'd said it so many times in her head, and to the little dog, that when she finally gave voice to the story, she felt as if she were reciting a poem she'd memorized years ago. "I walked in and they were in bed. And she had my new boots on." "The Via Spigas?" Amy was sounding more horrified by the minute. "Oh, Rose. I am so sorry." But not surprised, thought Rose. "Oh, God," said Amy, looking stricken. "That little bitch." Rose nodded. "How could she?" Rose shrugged. "After you gave her a place to live, and probably money, and tried to help her ..." Amy rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "What are we going to do?" "Never see her again," Rose said.

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"Yeah," said Amy, "I imagine this might make Thanksgivings pretty awkward. So where is Little Miss Hot Pants?" "I don't know," Rose said dully. "With my father and Sydelle, I guess." "Well, then she's already suffering," said Amy. "Now, how about you?" "Oh, I'm suffering plenty," Rose said, and sighed, and poked at her scone. "What can I do?" Amy asked. Rose shrugged. "Nothing to give it but time, I guess," she said. "And retail therapy," said Amy, pulling Rose to her feet. "The mall beckons. It'll cheer you up. Come along." All afternoon, Amy and Rose walked through the King of Prussia Mall. Rose eventually managed to fill three shopping bags with things she didn't need, with anything that caught her eye and gave her even a second's hope that her life—that she herself—could be repaired. She bought exfoliating scrubs and moisturizing creams. She bought candles scented with lavender and a beef-basted rawhide bone and a two-hundred-dollar beaded evening bag. She bought lipsticks and lip glosses and lip liners, three pairs of shoes, and a red cashmere ankle-length skirt that she couldn't imagine ever actually wearing. Finally, she headed to the bookstore. "Self-help?" Amy asked. "Better Sex through Yoga? How to Snare Mr. Fabulous in Ten Sneaky Steps?" Rose laughed a little, shook her head, and located Current Fiction.

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