This was incredibly fast-paced, and I also read it in a rush, so I didn’t allow everything to settle and wash over me as maybe I should have, but this just didn’t do it for me. I didn’t understand the women’s connection to each other or the drama that led up to their plan to murder a bunch of old men to avenge their old friend (and her literary reputation?). Furthermore, the denouement flew by, and the story just ended. No murder at all and the wrong person duped by a plate of laxative brownies, including one of the old ladies! I guess there was humor here, but I expected quite a bit more literary suspense and drama from Margaret Atwood, especially in a short story.