This was a new low, even by Karen’s standards. Sure, she disagreed with the other book club ladies and told them so. Hadn’t they all taken a turn at that? It was impossible for everyone to agree all the time — especially when half the group couldn’t even remember the name of the book they’d selected. The problem was that Karen went too far.

So much for the comfy yoga pants and oversized sweater, because as she sank onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh, she was anything but comfortable. She’d crossed the line insulting Laura’s suggestion and slinging mud at her, framed in aesthetic snobbery. Did it matter if they picked a lighter read? Probably not, so why had she been so rude?

Karen sat up so fast her head swam along with the drink she’d consumed before storming out of the meeting. She was the only one who read the entire book each month and decided her vote should hold more clout. A fresh wave of irritation rolled over her, tightening her neck. Yes, it was a stupid presumption, but she wouldn’t let them become one of those groups who only showed up for the snacks, wine, and gossip.

She paced in front of the picture windows, blinds open just enough to keep tabs on Janet’s gray house in case anyone else came out. Fine, she was being childish and should march right back over there and admit the truth. She might be seventy, but she’d already read Twilight.

Word: mud | Action: sink/sank