Julia Fierro - Cutting Teeth

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"Fierro’s first novel captures the complexity of forging new friendships and redefining lives as contemporary parents. Her characters are meticulously drawn, the situations emotionally charged.
Readers, especially young parents, won’t be able to look away." — BOOKLIST
One of the most anticipated debut novels of 2014,
takes place one late-summer weekend as a group of thirty-something couples gather at a shabby beach house on Long Island, their young children in tow.
They include Nicole, the neurotic hostess terrified by internet rumors that something big and bad is going to happen in New York City that week; stay-at-home dad Rip, grappling with the reality that his careerist wife will likely deny him a second child, forcing him to disrupt the life he loves; Allie, one half of a two-mom family, and an ambitious artist, facing her ambivalence toward family life; Tiffany, comfortable with her amazing body but not so comfortable in the upper-middle class world the other characters were born into; and Leigh, a blue blood secretly facing financial ruin and dependent on Tenzin, the magical Tibetan nanny everyone else covets. These tensions build, burn, and collide over the course of the weekend, culminating in a scene in which the ultimate rule of the group is broken.
Cutting Teeth All this is packed into a page-turning, character-driven novel that crackles with life and unexpected twists and turns that will keep readers glued as they cringe and laugh with compassion, incredulousness, and, most of all, self-recognition.
is a warm, whip-smart and unpretentious literary novel, perfect for readers of Tom Perrotta and Meg Wolitzer.

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who would u rather fuck? allie or susanna?;)

You. The answer he never sent.

Now, as Grace lay limp next to him, performing the bare necessities — her cheek pressed to his chest, her hand between his thighs cupping his testicles, he conjured a vision of all three of them — Allie, Susanna, and Tiffany — naked and writhing on the beach. When he finally came, Grace was still lying dutifully beside him, but he’d flown far away from her. He was no longer in the dusty bedroom but beside the sea, entwined with Tiffany, inside her.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Rip was on the deck with the rest of the mommies and daddies. The children had a surprise, Tenzin had told them with her usual hand-clapping vigor, and she and the kids had been out of sight since.

Rip and Michael were wrestling. They had both wrestled high-school varsity, it turned out, and were now grappling in the middle of the deck while Grace, Susanna, Tiffany, Nicole, and Allie sat side by side in deck chairs, their oversized sunglasses turned toward the afternoon sun.

“Get a room already,” Tiffany said.

“Gross,” Grace said, “You’re practically dripping sweat into each other’s mouths.”

“Oh, God,” Susanna groaned. “Don’t make me puke. Again.”

“Ha-ha,” Rip said between grunts, as the mommies tittered, but the truth was, he was winded. Michael was going practically no-holds-barred. Rip had Michael in a headlock, but he could feel his grip loosening as they grew sweatier. Although the thought embarrassed Rip, he wondered if Michael could smell the sex on him, and he found himself hoping Michael could feel the muscles Rip had once sported. When they’d first moved to the city, right after college, Rip had been struck by the fear he felt; the panic when, during a block party, some Italian-American teens from the neighborhood had picked a fight with kids from the projects. Bottles had been smashed, a folding table collapsed, and a girl was thrown to the asphalt. Rip had jumped up from his seat on their stoop and pulled Grace into the dark hallway of their apartment building, daring only to peek through the small window in the door. In short, he’d been a fucking pussy, he’d thought afterward, recalling the icy fear that shot through his body and the roadrunner rate of his heart.

He had begun lifting weights at the City Gym nearby — nicknamed Shitty Gym because it stank of body odor. After a few months of daily weight sessions, one of the serious gym dudes, the beasts who wore weight-lifting belts on their walk to the gym, asked Rip to spot him while he benched what appeared to be at least three hundred pounds. Only then did Rip know he’d put on enough muscle to maybe hold his own in an actual brawl, or just make him less approachable if some bad guy (as Hank would call him) picked on him and Grace.

“You never have to worry, sweetie,” he had said one night at dinner as he took a slug from his protein shake. “I’m pretty sure I could kill someone with my bare hands now if I had to.”

“Um. Okay,” she had said, and smiled. He’d been grateful to her for putting up with him. She was the daughter of immigrants who’d seen war and political persecution, whose father used a rusted machete to kill the rats he caught in the basement of their convenience store, and she had pretended to understand why Rip, a sensitive Jewish kid from the ’burbs, had to convince himself he was capable of defending her.

After Hank was born, the visits to the gym waned, and then stopped. Rip gained weight, and his muscles shrank. His only exercise was pacing around the apartment shushing the crying baby. When Grace returned to work, Rip was lucky if he could squeeze in a shower and a quick bite to eat while Hank took one of his twenty-minute naps, never mind a run across the Brooklyn Bridge or a session at the gym.

Now, as he pressed against the resistance Michael created by arching his back and tightened his hold on Michael’s neck, like a vise, squeezing, he wondered if he could cut off Michael’s air, if he could make the guy black out. He’d seen it done at an impromptu jiujitsu match between two trainers at the gym. All you had to do was increase the pressure until your opponent went limp and slipped to the ground, waking a moment later with no memory of passing out.

Michael submitted with a firm tap on Rip’s arm, and Rip released him with a triumphant roar that startled Nicole, so she gasped, choking on her drink.

“Shit,” Tiffany said. “You’ll give Nicole a heart attack and make Susanna go into early fucking labor!” She laughed, and the tops of her breasts jiggled.

“Damn, man,” Michael said, massaging his throat. “You’re not kidding.”

Rip saw a new respect in Michael’s nod, an appreciating squint in the man’s eyes.

“For crying out loud,” Susanna said. “The daddies are going Spartacus on us.”

The women tittered, and Rip gave a prissy little curtsy before he picked up his beer and downed it in three big gulps.

“Boys will be boys,” Tiffany said, a lazy slur in her voice. Her eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, and Rip let his eyes travel from her baby-oiled legs up to the pool of sweat resting in the clutch of her cleavage. Their eyes met. Or at least he thought they did, but then Michael was slapping him on the back. “What do you say we take that kayak trip?” he said.

“Awesome, man. Can’t think of a better way to cool off.”

Grace’s voice broke through. “Don’t forget life preservers.”

Rip stopped himself from saying something like, We don’t need those. And he was relieved when Michael didn’t reject the idea.

Nicole let her sunglasses slip down her nose, and said, “Susanna and Allie are making a quick trip to Stop and Shop. Anyone need anything?”

“You think they’ve got organic out here in the ’burbs?” Tiffany asked as she drained her wineglass.

Rip watched Michael lean over the back of Tiffany’s chair and finger the wisps of hair at the nape of her long neck. The neck Rip had thought about so many times those last few years because of the breasts it led to.

“We haven’t traveled back in time to the Dark Ages, babe,” Michael said.

“Oh, is it one of those amazing twenty-four-hour supermarkets?” Tiffany asked. “With the fluorescent lighting and the Muzak? And the indifferent checkout girl doing her nails?”

She held her phone up to Michael. “Look at this sweet pic of Harp. I mean, the expression on her face!”

“You’ve posted too many online this weekend already. Enough,” Michael said.

Rip felt the subtle click of the other mommies’ heads swiveling to look at Tiffany.

Michael dropped his voice and whispered into Tiffany’s hair. Her hand shot up and swatted him away. It looked like an accident, the way her green-painted fingernails snagged Michael’s bristly upper lip, but Rip could see she’d meant to do it.

“Everyone knows you’re a fantastic mama, Tiff,” Michael said as he shuffled over to the cooler and lifted a dripping beer. “You don’t have to go posting a billion photos of our little girl out there for every weirdo to see. I’m just being a daddy. Right, ladies?” Michael looked to Rip. “And gentleman?”

“You’re just being controlling,” Tiffany said as she tapped away on her phone. “Everyone knows there’s no such thing as privacy anymore.”

There came a shattering sound from the side of the house. Nicole gasped again, and Rip saw her hand shoot up to her chest, the tendons in her neck tightening. Take it easy, he thought.

Wyatt, Levi, and Dash appeared, walking slowly to the deck, heads bowed with guilt. Wyatt held the remains of a potted plant. A shard of terra-cotta, a clump of black soil, and a few heat-withered petunias. Dash looked the most ashamed, his grubby fingers gripping the metal car and launcher that must have caused the accident.

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