Dear God, how I wish I'd never met her... Sometimes I wished she was dead.
Jennie and Martha became friends when Jennie moved in next door to Martha. At least, Jennie thought they were friends. Jennie admired everything about Martha - her house, her gorgeous husband, her bohemian clothes and exotic children's names. And Martha seemed to take to motherhood so effortlessly and confidently, while for Jennie it was all such a struggle. Martha tolerated Jennie, took her on holiday, helped her with the children - but all the time she was wondering how much longer she could stand living next door to her.
As time went on, the roles seemed to reverse. As Jennie became more confident, more successful, Martha's life was falling apart. At times they seemed less like friends, more like sworn enemies. Their relationship became bitter, twisted - a relationship which only one of them could survive . . .
With insidious and unnerving accuracy, Gillian White once more shows us the horrors that can lurk within the most ordinary of families.