In the hinterlands of single motherhood Jackie’s fantasies range from perplexing encounters to daydreams about practically everyone and their dirty, great secrets. She is chock full of great secrets and round the clock she mothers two teenage daughters who are like cats with out-of-control hormones.
At night Jackie wears earplugs to bed to muffle her daughters’ acts of self-gratification. Someone once told her that whatever falls from heaven is yours. So far this has only consisted of her daughters’ extravagant phone-sex bills.
Otherwise Jackie’s little town is insufferably boring. 