the friday 56

The Friday 56

Rules: 

*Grab a book, any book. 

*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that's ok.) 

*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) 

*Post it. 

I'm reading The Upstairs House by Julia Fine

From page 100:

I'd known he was coming, but I wasn't prepared.  What face would I wear?  Annie had helped me clean the first floor, and I had a frozen casserole already in the oven: I could be happy homemaker.  It was impossible to hide the bags beneath my eyes with concealer, my breasts were hard and heavy, and it seemed futile to try to make the bed:  I could be the exhausted, self-sacrificing wife.  After a week without consistent adult company, I cared more about Ben's business dealings than I ever had before:  I could be the willing confidante.  I'd spent an hour this afternoon picking up Clara's jingle-bell rattle and putting it on one side of the room, only to watch it, of its own volition, roll across the floor:  I wasn't sure what archetype that would make me.  Hysterical?  Insane?