Read Online The Space Between by Nikki Mathis Thompson - Free Book Online

presents, but came out looking more like a pastel volcano for a fifth grade science fair. After Amelia burst into tears, Georgia had dumped it in the trash and hauled ass to the Food Mart for a plain sheet cake.  
    She could laugh about it now.
    Lucy smiled. “I’m sure it was ten times better than what I could have done. If it has casserole in the title I can do it, but I can’t bake for shit.”
    “Brett didn’t marry you for your cooking.”  
    “Hell no he didn’t.” Lucy wiggled her eye brows.
    “Cupcakes. Si or no?” Georgia asked, cocking her hip to one side.
    “Yes, they have cupcakes, in every flavor. Worth the drive for sure.”
    “Thanks. Love ya.”
    “De nada, and what’s not to love?  

                ***
    “What are we doing here again?” Georgia asked in a harsh whisper.
    “It’s called socializing and getting you out of your comfort zone, which is on your couch reading,” Lucy answered.  
    “Oh yes, this is really walking on the wild side. Word on the street is scrapbooking’s the new jaywalking…speaking of reading, you told me this was a book club.” Lucy’s only response was a cheeky, sorry not sorry, smile.
    Georgia shuffled through the pictures she brought for about the tenth time, still no closer to figuring out what the hell she was supposed to do with them. The other ladies were laughing and stamping things, putting decorative paper down on top of paper seemed stupid to her, but she was doing her best to act interested. The looks Lucy was throwing her way told her that she was failing miserably.
    “G, at least try to smile. I have to live by these people.”
    “I am smiling.” She pulled her lips back into what she hoped was a sincere smile. Again the look from Lucy told her otherwise.  
    “Sorry, I’ll try harder. You know how I hate crafts and this is like the mothership of crafts. The only thing I’ve managed to glue is the skin on my freaking fingers.”  
    Lucy chuckled and handed Georgia her double sided tape. “Here try this.” Georgia nodded her thanks and attempted to take part in the conversations going on around the table.  
    “I told Megan that if she doesn’t make the squad this year, she might as well pack her bags. No daughter of mine is gonna sit on the bleachers on Friday nights,” said a woman Georgia didn’t know, but she knew enough to never want to see her again.
    “Does she even like it?” asked Jan Montez, who was sitting across from said woman, whose eye makeup was so thick Georgia wanted to carve her initials on her lids.
    “Thousands of dollars on private coaches says she does. You’re either on the football field playin’, or cheerin’ beside it, and that’s that. ”  
    “Mel, those other moms are so mean,” said a girl whose name may or may not start with a B.
      Georgia sucked with names. Especially those she knew she’d never see again in a social setting. Yes, scrapbooking was going to be a one time gig. She’d let Amelia use all the overpriced paper Lucy made her buy, for origami or something.
    “It is hard to tell if they like you or not. Their nice to your face, but tear you to shreds as soon as you walk away. They’re…”
    “Duplicitous,” Georgia offered, garnering strange looks.
    Lucy leaned in and whispered, “Easy, your brain is showing.”
    Georgia shrugged, returning her attention to her pictures, which she shuffled around the page. She still had no idea what she was doing.
    “I was gonna say backstabbing bitches, but okay,” Mel, the one with the eye makeup, snipped. She continued to go on about the merits of the cutthroat tryouts and daily weigh-ins. Georgia really wished the iced tea was spiked.
    “Can we leave yet?” Georgia said out of the side of her mouth. She was perfecting her ventriloquist skills with every passing second.
    “Thirty more minutes, okay?” Lucy was getting pretty good, too.
    If she had to suffer through thirty more minutes she was going to do it in the kitchen,