Franny Keating, now a law school dropout, working as a cocktail waitress in Chicago, embarks on an affair with a very famous novelist, much older than her.
It is 1988, 26 years after the christening. This is the story how their lives were disrupted and how they variously intertwined and what really happened on this fateful day seven years later on the day that one child died. On the contrary, what emerges is a curious commonwealth of neglected children. Thus began an affair that ended two marriages and set in motion the joining of the two families whose shared fate will be defined on a day seven years later.īringing the children of two divorces together under one roof is called a "blended family" but this family does not blend. In an assured, warm, and graceful style, a moving novel that touches on the healing powers of chance sanctuaries of love and fancy in the acrid realities of living.He brought with him a bottle of gin and he took a kiss from Beverly, Franny's very beautiful mother. Like Rose years before, her daughter considers the benefits of not knowing ""what was going on"".as the recent visitor-small, sad Tom Clinton-drives off, and Cecilia knows that Rose, who left before he came, will never return. The last narrator is teenaged Cecilia, struggling to find her elusive mother within the competent Rose, who's moved into her own house away from husband and daughter. The next narrative belongs to Son, a huge man originally from Tennessee-like Rose, gone forever from home-who recounts the last moments of his fiancÉe's life long ago (Sister Evangeline absolves him of responsibility) and who loves Rose. But in the home, once a grand hotel, Rose keeps her baby, Cecilia marries ""Son,"" the handyman (""God was right after all.I was supposed to live a small life with a man I didn't love"") and becomes the cook after briefly assisting that terrible cook, sage/seeress, and font of love, Sister Evangeline. Elizabeth's home for unwed mothers, where she plans to have the baby Tom will never know about, and to give it clean away.
From San Diego, then, Rose drives-""nothing behind me and nothing ahead of me""-all the way to Kentucky and St. ""May be I was born to lie,"" thinks Rose, who, after a three-year marriage to nice Tom Clinton, realizes that she's misread the sign from God pointing to the wedding: she married a man she didn't love. Within the security of everydayness, minds and hearts take grievous risks. Patchett's first novel, set in rural Kentucky in a castle-like home for unwed mothers-where a good woman finds she cannot lie her way beyond love-has a quiet summer-morning sensibility that reminds one of the early work of Anne Tyler.
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