Coast Guard wives, cookie cutter girls, closed and clannish in the dining room.
"I hear she's adopted," says Cookie Cutter Four to Cookie Cutter Seven, nodding surreptitiously toward the one non cookie cutter girl in the room. She's nineteen, roaring drunk, has recently shaved her head, is taking no shit from cookie cutter girls or her husband or her parents or anybody else on the face of the planet.
"That must explain why she's so crazy."