“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” She wasn’t sure if the women were half as intelligent as they thought they were, but she could tell their cheerfulness was painted on like cheap makeup, ready to run off at the first sprinkle of a summer rain.”

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” She wasn’t sure if the women were half as intelligent as they thought they were, but she could tell their cheerfulness was painted on like cheap makeup, ready to run off at the first sprinkle of a summer rain.”

— Kay Bratt