“...She sat on the edge of the dining table no one used for dining, her bare feet on the pleather chair, and listened to their stories about Pi Phis being blonde to a girl and all bitches and the DGs who were brunettes with slick hair, thick with conditioning. High ponytails. Jimmy Jeeps. White topped tennis shoes. Drop waist short skirts. Houses in Orange County. Houses in Telluride. Side eyes and leaned-in whispers and bitches, too. She flicked the ash of her cigarette into an old Coke can and told them sororities might be bullshit...”