The FOOFs [Fine Old Ontario Families] didn’t move quickly, though; the lifetime of china cups accumulated up their asses made sudden maneuvering difficult.

Like Alice, I kept sliding further down the rabbit hole, but life had proven to be one rabbit hole after another, so ordinary was a difficult concept to judge.

Every little thing was not going to be all right but sometimes in life, you just needed to pretend. Otherwise, you’d swallow the whole bottle of Ativan and be done with it.

I had no concrete details, no proof, only dark suggestions whispered between women in the industry over drinks, quietly, the fear of a libel suit or vendetta ever present.