Small Admissions A Novel Poeppel Amy Literature Fiction

Small Admissions A Novel Poeppel Amy Literature Fiction
Small Admissions A Novel Poeppel Amy Literature Fiction

Amy Poeppel is the author of the novels Small Admissions and Limelight Her writing has appeared in The New York Times The Rumpus Literary Hub Working Mother and The Belladonna She and her husband have three sons and split their time between New York City Germany and the wilds of Connecticut Excerpt Reprinted permission All rights reserved Small Admissions For one whole year we worried about Kate We worried to her face and worried behind her back credited her with being tough while judging her for being pathetic Some days we thought she was suicidal others she seemed homicidal or as if she had the potential anyway not that any of us would blame her We didn t know how to help Her sister Angela thought she needed therapy antidepressants and time to heal She prescribed hard work and weekend hobbies like kayaking or photography Vicki thought she needed to quit wallowing why not enjoy life as a single woman celebrate her independence go out and get laid The guy who lived below her thought she should turn her music down and leave the apartment from time to time instead of stomping around over his head all day long The lady at the liquor suspected she drank too much I didn t know what to think We all agreed she needed to get her ass off the couch and get a life She needed to stop wearing sweatpants and put on a little mascara for Christ s sake And would it kill her to go on a date We were tired of the whole thing Sure life had thrown a huge piece of shit in her face but Actually there was no but Life had thrown an enormous piece of shit in Kate s face Whenever the topic of Kate came up faces got twitchy eyes got shifty Our friends would glance at each other and look at me with a mixture of blame and embarrassment making it clear what they all thought but couldn t say at least not around me I could imagine them whispering after I excused myself to go to the ladies room She must feel like it s her fault It was her fault Well she certainly is partly to blame Apart from him it was all her fault I know I mean if only she had I wonder if she feels responsible Yes bitches I feel responsible To me Kate was something like a figure skater skilled and balanced one second and then bam she s splayed out all over the ice the next Music still playing and she can t even get up to finish the damn routine But before her fall it was a different story Skilled and balanced I remember Kate sitting cross legged on her bed in our dorm room laptop open wearing glasses and retainers reading an assignment she d written out loud to us Day Sundown I enter a community living structure after the tribe s evening repast I am in the midst of seven female natives and while I believe them to be a peaceful people I approach them cautiously watching from a safe distance I see them communicating with each other using language and gestures drinking an amber colored beverage out of red plastic cups and listening to music that causes them to jerk their heads in unison I come closer to observe their rituals and seat myself on a contraption that hosts a variety of food particles in its fibers When I insert my hand under the cushion I discover a handful of blackened popcorn kernels a pair of unwashed male undergarments and two small copper medallions The women in the tribe see the items in my hand and begin shrieking gesticulating and backing away from me I fear I have insulted these gentle humanoids unearthing their relics from the sofa but they are forgiving One offers me a large vessel into which I respectfully lower the clothing and kernels When I start to put in the copper medallions the female makes a gift of them to me I will bring them home to share with my people Kate looked up ready for our critique I don t get it Vicki said She was sitting up in her bed with a Town Country magazine open across her lap What Kate asked If they re pennies Vicki asked why can t you just say pennies I like it I said Thank you Chloe Kate answered She was hunched over reading through her fictional field notes again I didn t say I don t like it Vicki said I just don t get the point Can you tell I m from another planet Kate asked Totally I assured her It s inconsistent if you want me to be honest Vicki answered How would an alien know what popcorn is You re absolutely right Kate said holding down the delete button It s so stupid You re a freshman Vicki told her You re supposed to be stupid She didn t say she was stupid I corrected She didn t mean to say that you re stupid Kate It s no good I m starting over again Kate said closing her laptop and getting ready to go I ll work in the Student Center so I don t keep you up We ll hear you anyway when you come in at two o clock Vicki said She ll tiptoe I suggested We had only been roommates for two months and we had already fallen into our roles Kate was the iest of us She spent more time in the library and less time in the shower than anyone I d ever met Not that she smelled bad or anything She just couldn t be bothered She was a scholar in the making bingeing on nineteenth century novels whenever she had spare time the more passion suspense and drama the better You know you re wearing pajamas Vicki called after her as Kate walked out of the room Vicki was smart and driven in a different way She was exceedingly practical registered for classes only if she found them real world applicable and down the road lucrative When would I ever use that she asked when I suggested we all take a history class on serfdom in the Middle Ages She signed up for stats instead I had to check a map when I first met her to wrap my head around where she came from a flyover state that she had no intention of returning to One time I walked into our dorm room to find Vicki looking through Kate s dresser drawers Without thinking I apologized to her And who was I Among other things my role in our clique was keeper of the peace I held us together For four years I bridged the gap and it wasn t easy I was the one who made sure we were always assigned to the same dorm with rooms on the same hall I was the one who made plans Friday night cocktails and weekend getaways and posed us in pictures dressed up or dressed down with me almost always in the middle I cleared up misunderstandings and found common ground in our sophomore year Kate and Vicki got into a fight about gun control Vicki s libertarian principles clashing with Kate s progressive sensibilities and I spent an anxiety filled week negotiating a truce apologizing to one on behalf of the other failing a sociology test in the process After we graduated from Wellesley we decided to move to New York as individuals still as a trio in spirit but not as roommates I figured it was for the best knowing that our friendships would be far less complicated without the petty problems that stem from too much togetherness I was relieved to move forward into something simple and more adult And then Kate had her disastrous triple toe loop ass on ice wipeout and suddenly I found myself reentangled back in the middle of a big mess

 

Small Admissions A Novel Poeppel Amy Literature Fiction
Publisher: Atria Emily Bestler Books Reprint edition December 27 2016
Publication date: December 27 2016
Language: English 

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