She laughed. It was a wet, cracked, real laugh.

The story began, as all good stories do, with a mistake.

You are not alone. Mutha sees you.

The last page of every issue was a photo of a reader’s real-life mess: a sink full of dishes, a toddler crying in a shopping cart, a mother crying in a parked car. The caption was always the same.

Martha didn't throw the magazines away. She drove them to her book club.