Chapters (82)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- CHAPTER 1 - Molly
- CHAPTER 2 - Rita
- CHAPTER 3 - Molly
- CHAPTER 4 - Rita
- CHAPTER 5 - Molly
- CHAPTER 6 - Rita
- CHAPTER 7 - Molly
- CHAPTER 8 - Rita
- CHAPTER 9 - Molly
- CHAPTER 10 - Rita
- CHAPTER 11 - Molly
- CHAPTER 12 - Rita
- CHAPTER 13 - Molly
- CHAPTER 14 - Rita
- CHAPTER 15 - Molly
- CHAPTER 16 - Rita
- CHAPTER 17 - Molly
- CHAPTER 18 - Rita
- CHAPTER 19 - Molly
- CHAPTER 20 - Molly
- CHAPTER 21 - Rita
- CHAPTER 22 - Molly
- CHAPTER 23 - Rita
- CHAPTER 24 - Rita
- CHAPTER 25 - Molly
- CHAPTER 26 - Molly
- CHAPTER 27 - Rita
- CHAPTER 28 - Molly
- CHAPTER 29 - Rita
- CHAPTER 30 - Molly
- CHAPTER 31 - Molly
- CHAPTER 32 - Rita
- CHAPTER 33 - Molly
- CHAPTER 34 - Rita
- CHAPTER 35 - Molly
- CHAPTER 36 - Rita
- CHAPTER 37 - Molly
- CHAPTER 38 - Molly
- CHAPTER 39 - Rita
- CHAPTER 40 - Molly
- CHAPTER 41 - Molly
- CHAPTER 42 - Rita
- CHAPTER 43 - Molly
- CHAPTER 44 - Rita
- CHAPTER 45 - Molly
- CHAPTER 46 - Rita
- CHAPTER 47 - Molly
- CHAPTER 48 - Rita
- CHAPTER 49 - Molly
- CHAPTER 50 - Rita
- CHAPTER 51 - Molly
- CHAPTER 52 - Rita
- CHAPTER 53 - Molly
- CHAPTER 54 - Rita
- CHAPTER 55 - Molly
- CHAPTER 56 - Rita
- CHAPTER 57 - Molly
- CHAPTER 58 - Rita
- CHAPTER 59 - Molly
- CHAPTER 60 - Rita
- CHAPTER 61 - Molly
- CHAPTER 62 - Rita
- CHAPTER 63 - Rita
- CHAPTER 64 - Molly
- CHAPTER 65 - Rita
- CHAPTER 66 - Molly
- CHAPTER 67 - Rita
- CHAPTER 68 - Molly
- CHAPTER 69 - Rita
- CHAPTER 70 - Molly
- CHAPTER 71 - Rita
- CHAPTER 72 - Molly
- CHAPTER 73 - Rita
- CHAPTER 74 - Molly
- CHAPTER 75 - Rita
- CHAPTER 76 - Molly
- CHAPTER 77 - Rita
- CHAPTER 78 - Molly
FALL IS IN THE AIR. THE FIRST CRISP DAYS ARE UPON US. SADIE AND I sit on the back porch. She pants at my side, while I snuggle under a quilt and sip tea out of one of the old cups from Grandpa Wright’s house, one of the few things my parents didn’t throw away.
I started seeing Dr. Blanton in February, with low expectations. My first impression of her wasn’t good. Young, sleek blond ponytail, perfect makeup, and a designer dress with matching stilettos, a two-carat diamond on her left ring finger. My first thought was this pampered princess can’t help me. I should’ve known better than to judge people.
All my previous therapists had declined to tell me anything about themselves, saying that their experiences were irrelevant. That always made me suspicious. How could they empathize with me? But Dr. Blanton had no such reticence. She told me that she’d grown up in Philadelphia in a poor rundown neighborhood. Her mother was a junkie, and she had no idea who her father was. When she was eleven years old, walking home from school, she was gang-raped by some local thugs. After that, her mother gave up her parental rights, just gave her away. She ended up in foster care, where she aged out without being adopted. Her mother had died, and Dr. Blanton applied for scholarships and put herself through college. She swore to live a better life than her mother had. There’s nothing so horrible that you can’t pull yourself past it, she said. Survive and flourish, that’s her mantra. I believe her, and our sessions have been going well.
I’ve kept my job at the bookstore. Hayes and Alice have been wonderful, Kim too. Her baby, a boy, was born at the end of June, full term. Kim and Josh are working on their marriage, and he was there to support her through her delivery. Elise and Scott have also made a point of checking on me without seeming to.
And of course, Corrine.
I sold the mountain house. I thought it would be difficult with what had happened there, but I received an offer right away. I have enough in the bank, along with Jay’s life insurance, so that I can keep our house and not worry about paying the bills.