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Mood Swing

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by Jane Graves

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Meet "Nice Girl" Susan Roth: A hardworking E.R. nurse and mother, she's starting to resent putting other people's needs above her own.…

Tonya Rutherford: A savvy businesswoman, this Texas gal knows a lot about cheating husbands…but trust?

And Monica Saltzman: Poised and professional, this executive assistant has relied on her beauty to


Meet "Nice Girl" Susan Roth: A hardworking E.R. nurse and mother, she's starting to resent putting other people's needs above her own.…

Tonya Rutherford: A savvy businesswoman, this Texas gal knows a lot about cheating husbands…but trust?

And Monica Saltzman: Poised and professional, this executive assistant has relied on her beauty to get ahead.…

Stressed to the max, these women have one thing in common -- they've reached the breaking point. And when they flip out, the women land in an anger-management class. Now they can either follow their arrogant instructor's agenda -- or take matters into their own hands. Because these women are about to discover that sometimes you need more than deep breathing to fix your problems.…

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Next , #51
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4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.80(d)

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The problem started calmly enough one day when Susan Roth was having lunch in the hospital cafeteria, eating fast as she always did because somehow the E.R. never seemed to have enough nurses and she needed to get back. She'd just sat down, tossed her napkin in her lap and picked up her fork, when Dennis showed up and asked if he could join her. Unfortunately, she wasn't the kind of person who had an arsenal of lies or excuses handy to avoid people she didn't want to deal with, so she was stuck.

Dennis worked at the coffeehouse, in the strip center across the street from the hospital, where Susan went every day to get her morning dose of caffeine. He was maybe thirty-five. Maybe a little mental. Definitely had a nose the size of a rain-forest banana and enough body hair to survive naked on the tundra. But he had one characteristic that made him a barista par excellence: the ability to commit to memory an endless amount of overblown terminology and use it at will. And no wonder. Any man who can speak Klingon has no trouble remembering what venti half-caf mocha light whip means.

Dennis proceeded to make dumb, painful conversation about things Susan wanted to hear nothing about. His mother was of no interest to her and certainly not his mother's arthritis. No, she didn't think Earth had been seeded by ancient astronauts. And no, Revenge of the Nerds was not the most underrated comedy of all time. Once lunch was over, Susan felt as if she'd done twenty minutes of volunteer work with the socially challenged.

Then he showed up the next day.

She told herself not to worry, that Dennis wasn't actually trying to hit on her. Guys like him rarely got up thenerve to pursue a relationship. Instead, they retreated to their mothers' basements, where they got on the Internet and found virtual girlfriends who were guaranteed never to say no. That was what she told herself, anyway.

Then came day three. "Wow, this is really cool," Dennis said, as he chased a pair of lima beans around his plate. "It's almost like we're dating, isn't it?"

Susan froze. What the hell was he talking about? "Uh, no," she said. "It really isn't like that at all."

"Yeah, I think it is. I mean, what is a date, anyway? A man and a woman eating together and talking? That makes this a date."

"You talk, Dennis. I listen." And only half of that statement was true.

"That's okay. I like women who are good listeners. Not very many are, you know. It's always all about them."

Susan couldn't fathom any woman having a willing conversation with Dennis, much less dominating it. He was one of those irritating, dysfunctional men who preyed on nice, polite, unassertive women who wouldn't tell them to bug off.

Nice, polite, unassertive women like her.

Susan left the cafeteria and headed back to the E.R. in a Dennis-induced daze. A few hours later, Evie pulled her aside and asked her exactly how serious she and Dennis were. After all, she said with a sly smile, they were dating now.

Susan's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, Susan. Don't be coy. Patti from labor and delivery was getting coffee this afternoon, and Dennis told her he's been having lunch with you every day. Patti told Sam, and Sam told me."

"Dennis and I are not dating!"

Evie wiggled her eyebrows. "He thinks you are."

"He also thinks he's been abducted by aliens. Do you believe that?"

"Actually, yes," Evie said. "It would explain a lot." Susan couldn't argue with that. But she could argue with Evie's intrusiveness. If not for the severe nurse shortage in this city, people as irritating as Evie wouldn't even be employable.

Truth be told, though, Susan really didn't know why Dennis was targeting her. He was no prize, but she'd never considered herself to be one, either. She was forty-five, and by her own admission no great beauty. She had brown hair she stuck in a ponytail most of the time, brown eyes, nondescript facial features. Cellulite was gaining a foothold in the places where stretch marks hadn't already taken over, lovely souvenirs from the childbearing experience. Since her divorce a year and a half ago, just the thought of leaping back into the dating pool made her nervous. But if she ever chose to, she prayed to God that a whole school of Dennises wasn't swimming around in it.

The next day, Susan ventured into the cafeteria a full hour later than she normally ate, only to have Dennis show up again. And when he started talking about their "relationship," a sick sensation rose in her stomach. She could feel the groundswell of unfounded adoration. The ridiculous assumptions based on nothing.

The creation of a monster.

Be nice, Susan.

Even after all these years, her mother's voice still resonated inside her head. Nice, nice, nice, which meant avoidance rather than confrontation, so the next day Susan steered clear of both the cafeteria and the coffeehouse.

That was when the phone calls started.

Dennis called twice the first day. Three times the next. At all hours of the day and night. He left messages every time, asking her in that whiny, plaintive voice to pick up the phone, even though it should have been clear to him that hell would freeze over first. How he'd managed to get her phone number, she didn't know. He was probably one of those dangerously geeky guys who could hack into the White House computer system and start World War III.

After a few nights of not answering Dennis's calls and then waking one rainy morning to a droning alarm and a demanding teenager, Susan's nice-girl persona was fading fast.

"I forgot," her daughter said, as she poured a bowl of Fruity Pebbles cereal. "I need to bring something for teacher appreciation day."

Susan winced. Words such as those always brought back memories of that horrific evening when Lani was seven and announced, I need a costume for the health play by tomorrow. I'm supposed to be a box of dental floss.

"Something like what?" Susan asked.

"Like a dessert."

"You know you can sign me up for anything we can pick up at 7-Eleven on the way to school."

"They want a Bundt cake."

"That's the one with the weird pan?"


Susan grabbed the milk and knocked the fridge door shut with her hip. "They're getting a box of Ding Dongs."

Lani did that eye-rolling thing, the one that has driven mothers crazy since the first prehistoric kid was told to stop scribbling on the cave walls.

"I told you they want a Bundt cake."

Susan checked her watch, as if she expected to see that a couple of extra hours had found their way into her day. "Time's a little short, Lani. I don't think I can whip up one of those in the next five minutes."

"But it's what they want."

"If you'd told me about this last night -- "

"I said I forgot."

"But -- "

"It's what they told me to bring!"

Susan clunked the milk carton on the table. "It's Linda Markham, isn't it? She's the one organizing this. This has Linda Markham written all over it. A Bundt cake. Good heavens. As if the rest of us have time to bake. It's no problem for her, of course. She doesn't work. She has a cook, a housekeeper, a gardener -- "

Susan stopped short. Were Lani's eyes glistening? No. Not tears. No, no, no. Junior-high hormones could catapult even the most benign situation into a major crisis.

Susan held up her palm. "Okay, sweetie. Okay. We can stop at the grocery store. They might not have a Bundt cake, but we should be able to find something that'll work." And I'll use excuse #17 for why I'm late to work.

Lani shrugged, but the tears kept coming. "I told you I'd get the cake," Susan said, trying to sound patient. "There's no reason to cry about it."

Lani sniffed and wiped her eyes, but still she was crying.

"I said we'd go to the grocery store."

"I don't care about the cake."

"Then why are you -- "

"Dad's getting married."

For several seconds, Susan just stood there, not moving. Don was getting married? She hadn't had so much as a date in the past year and a half, and Don was getting married?

"When did he tell you that?"

"Last night when I had dinner with him and Marla." Marla. That woman made Susan absolutely crazy. Don had a lot of nerve dating a woman who was too nice to hate.

"Why didn't you tell me last night?" And why didn't Don tell me before he told our daughter?

Lani just shrugged. "Well," Susan said gently, "I guess we knew this could happen, huh?"

Another shrug. "We really should be happy for him, you know," Susan said in her best Mother of the Year voice, even though it was all she could do not to choke on the words. "Marla's very…nice."

Lani looked up, her eyes shimmering with tears. "But this means you and Dad really aren't getting back together."

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book because the rating was so high. Then I read it. It wasn't bad, but for me it wasn't good either. The first 2/3rds the characters lives are rather depressing. For me, life in general is depressing enough, I want a book to make me laugh, to make me forget my bills, crummy job, and not remind me of them.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The three women meet at an eight-week anger management seminar at Henderson Community College hosted by arrogant know it all psychologist Dr. Hugh Danforth.--------------- Emergency room nurse Susan Roth feels h pressure from her job that leaves her wound tight and ready to snap and from raising children following her divorce last year. Dennis who is proof alien abductions must be real insists they are dating just because she was too polite to say no to his joining her for lunch. He insures she loses her cool, which she does when she threatens to rip off his testicles.---------------- Brassy hairstylist Tonya Rutherford is outraged when she finds her spouse cheating on her. She literally gives him the big boot emphatically so the judge sent her to this eight week class.------------- Classy former executive Assistant Monica Saltzman has used her looks and sexual favors to charm her boss. She becomes irate when he dumps her for a younger siren so she feels justified for putting a flowerpot through the windshield of his hummer while he was in the driver¿s seat.---------------- The trio becomes buddies as their antipathy towards their obnoxious instructor grows as he uses vernacular and a holier than thou attitude. That is until the ladies decide to test his cool under pressure.------------- MOOD SWING is an intriguing somewhat superficial look at anger that does not go deep enough inside the heads of ¿Ms. Class¿, ¿Ms. Brass¿, and Ms. Nurse except to a degree through the challenges by their insufferable instructor. The trio bonds as each suffers from a raging incident that is not their norm, but soon believe pressure caused them to explode and are ready to do so to Dr. Pest. Fans who appreciate the need to get even will root for these three females.-------------- Harriet Klausner
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