Chapters (101)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Prologue
- Part One - Making Marriage Work
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Two - The Bane of Man
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Part Three - The Creation of the Wife
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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As a young man, Jack had heard whispers around town: People hoped the curse was true, that John would get his comeuppance. Knowing how the town felt about his family and the big house on the hill, Jack had made up his mind to leave as soon as possible. He’d been working up the courage to squirm out from under his father’s thumb when the war broke out. And then when he’d arrived back home, in May 1919, and the town had put on that big parade for him, he’d been furious: that big banner strung over First Street in front of the bank, proclaiming WELCOME HOME, JACK, people lining the route all the way from the depot to his parents’ house, waving flags, congratulating him, not even mentioning the brother who hadn’t made it back home. He’d wanted to leave town for good then, and not look back. It wasn’t until years later that he realized the parade had been the only thing they knew how to do for him; that they had forgiven him, for the moment, for being his father’s son.
Because soon after that parade, it was summer, and he’d gone to the family summer home in Stone Harbor, his mother insisting that he have some time before going back to the bank as his father wanted. Jack was not saying much about anything at that point, but he went to Stone Harbor, and then he noticed that the girl in the cottage next door, Mary, had grown into a beautiful woman while he was gone. By the end of the summer, he was determined to marry her. But when he found out she had been secretly engaged to Chase, he was so angry, and his pride was so wounded, that he’d almost let her get away. Fortunately, he’d finally garnered the sense to go after her, following her to Chicago to beg her forgiveness, promising he would provide for her if she would only have him. She was the only peace he could find, then; still was now, for the most part.
But marrying Mary meant taking the one job he knew he could have, and coming back to the bank and Pine Rapids. Oh, he could have done something else, he supposed, but he was so tired from the war, and his father had told him it would be best for everyone if Jack carried on the family legacy. John had said it would upset Wilma if Jack went away again, and she was already so upset about Chase.