Girls in White Dresses

Girls in White Dresses

Jennifer Close

Language: English

Pages: 291

ISBN: 0307743691

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Isabella, Mary, and Lauren feel like everyone they know is getting married. On Sunday after Sunday, at bridal shower after bridal shower, they coo over toasters, collect ribbons and wrapping paper, eat minuscule sandwiches and cakes. They wear pastel dresses and drink champagne by the case, but amid the celebration these women have their own lives to contend with: Isabella is working a dead-end job, Mary is dating a nice guy with an awful mother, and Lauren is waitressing at a midtown bar and wondering why she's attracted to the sleazy bartender.

With a wry sense of humor, Jennifer Close brings us through those thrilling, bewildering years of early adulthood as she pulls us inside the circle of these friends, perfectly capturing the wild frustrations and soaring joys of modern life.

















sausage to shove in her mouth. Isabella lay on the couch, listening to the conversation. She was too hungover to move, but made a noise and motioned for some cheese and sausage. Lauren cut some off and brought it over to her. “I called Louis this morning to apologize to him too,” Ellen told them. “Why?” Shannon asked. “Because I want to be friends,” Ellen said. “I at least want to be friends with him.” “Do you think that will work?” Lauren asked. “I think it’s my only choice,” she said. They

thirtieth birthdays, and it’s a whole year later. And all we’re doing is going to the beach?” “It will be fun,” Mary told her. “The Hamptons will be perfect.” Beth White was excited about the weekend. She kept sending e-mails out to the whole group that said things like “Watch out for the divorced lady” and “It’s like a reverse bachelorette party for me!” It was making everyone uncomfortable. “I think she’s lost it,” Mary said. “No kidding,” Isabella said. Harrison lay on the couch and

“I’ll have to go to the pet store,” Lauren said. “I don’t even know what a turtle needs.” “What are you going to name it?” Mark asked. “I’m not sure,” Lauren said. She put the box on the table and they stared at it. “Maybe Rudy?” she said. She considered it. It was definitely a possibility. A possibility now, where it hadn’t been before. Isabella,” her mom said. “There’s no need to be so down. Things seem bad, and they will until the worm turns. And then, you will look back on this time

“So, do you know what you’re going to do?” “I have no idea.” Isabella started crying. “Except apparently, I’m going to cry about it every day.” “Good,” Lauren said. “You should cry about it every day. It’s a good release. Crying helps you live longer.” “Really?” Isabella asked. “I’ve never heard that before.” “Well, I sort of made it up. It’s a theory that I have. But it makes sense, doesn’t it?” “Maybe,” Isabella said. “Listen, whatever you decide to do will be the right thing,” Lauren

for their appearance. No, some of them were truly blessed with nothing. But still, the girls never really objected to Ellen’s choices. “Different strokes for different folks,” their friend Mary always said whenever Ellen brought home another one. And they all laughed and let her be. “What harm could it do?” they asked each other. And so they let Ellen have her ugly little fun. But then she met Louis. And Louis was awful. Louis weighed about ninety pounds, had soft, wispy blond hair, and wore

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