About a woman who, after her husband of twenty-five years dies, finally learns to live.
BEYOND THE QUIET just WON the Wizards of Words 2009 BOOK OF THE QUARTER award!
“To all of our years together,” Lisa Montgomery’s husband said one evening, raising his glass in a toast, “some of them good.” They laughed and clicked wine glasses. But after his death, Lisa discovers he hadn’t been teasing. When the contents of a secret post office box shatters her illusions about her marriage, she struggles to come to terms with his betrayal. Forced to examine her life as a wife, mother, and as a woman, she realizes her troubled childhood didn’t allow her to be anything but composed and quiet. Then Terry O'Neal enters her life.
But a jealous coworker watches, wanting to destroy what he can’t have.
Beyond the Quiet shares the story of one woman's struggle though bitterness, loss, and betrayal, learning to cherish each moment and follow her long-buried dreams. It's the story of how a quiet, passionless widow becomes spirited enough to climb onto her lover's shoulders for a piggyback ride in the nude.
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Scheduled for release 3/5/09
Excerpt
The notice came in the mail, an innocent-looking envelope stuck between a credit card solicitation and a weekend pizza special. It was addressed to my husband, Mac, who succumbed to a rare form of cancer a month ago.
Closing my eyes, I ran my fingers over his name, pretending, for just a moment, he was there to read it.
“You okay, Mom?” Shanna asked, packing Kyle’s diaper bag for their trip home to Minneapolis.
“Sure, honey. I’m fine.”
Inside the envelope was a post office form, a reminder to Mac that his box number 1263 was due for a year’s renewal.
We didn’t have a post office box. Living in Yucaipa, a Southern California community in the foothills below Big Bear, our mail came directly to the house. It had to be a mistake, some sort of computer error. Since Mac’s death, I’d received tons of solicitations and official-looking documents that amounted to nothing.
Strange, though . . . solicitations were always addressed to Ronald Montgomery, the legal name Mac had used for documents and purchases. He’d only scribbled his nickname, foisted on him as a child, for renting movies or personal things. Which made me consider that he must have, indeed, signed for the box.
But why? Why on earth would he need a mailbox away from home?
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