Chapters (85)
- BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
- ONE
- Rosey
- TWO
- Byron
- THREE
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- FOUR
- Byron
- FIVE
- Rosey
- SIX
- Byron
- SEVEN
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- EIGHT
- Rosey
- NINE
- Byron
- TEN
- Rosey
- ELEVEN
- Byron
- TWELVE
- Rosey
- THIRTEEN
- Byron
- FOURTEEN
- Rosey
- FIFTEEN
- Rosey
- SIXTEEN
- Byron
- SEVENTEEN
- Rosey
- EIGHTEEN
- Byron
- NINETEEN
- Rosey
- TWENTY
- Rosey
- TWENTY-ONE
- Byron
- TWENTY-TWO
- Byron
- TWENTY-THREE
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Byron
- TWENTY-SIX
- Rosey
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Byron
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Rosey
- TWENTY-NINE
- Byron
- THIRTY
- Rosey
- THIRTY-ONE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-TWO
- Byron
- THIRTY-THREE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Byron
- THIRTY-SIX
- Rosey
- THIRTY-SEVEN
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- THIRTY-EIGHT
- Byron
- EPILOGUE
- A month later – New York City
- 14 months later - Star Falls
- MR. MAYFAIR
- Beck
- Beck
- Stella
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There’s no such thing as a secret in Star Falls. If anyone knows every skeleton in every closet, it’s Sue. “Recruitment was a real issue for us a few weeks ago. Luckily, we’ve seen an increase in the number of applicants. From people in Star Falls, but also, from surrounding towns. I think word has spread, and I have you to thank for that. At the moment, recruitment isn’t a problem. I want to maintain a great relationship between the town of Star Falls and the Colorado Club. I want us to coexist and work together to ensure the survival of… of our town.” New York will always be in my blood, but Star Falls is who I am. I don’t know how I’ve denied it for as long as I have.
“Yeah, well. We want that too,” Sue says. “I like your idea about the orchard.”
The air in the room shifts. Around our circle, shoulders drop and jaws unclench. Even I sit back in my seat.
“I presume access to the land doesn’t include the slopes?” Nancy asks. She’s grinning, like she knows the answer I’m going to give, but she has to ask anyway.
I chuckle. “I’d be very happy to receive a membership application from you,” I say. “If you meet the criteria, I’ll personally approve it and we’ll welcome you to the slopes.”
She shrugs. “It was worth a try.”
I answer a couple of questions about job security, and whether or not members will use the shuttle bus. After that the meeting breaks up. Jim and Sue are the last to leave.
“You know, it’s not like I’m going to be lining up every first Saturday of the month to cross into Colorado Club land and walk Jenkins,” Jim says. “But it sure is nice to know that I can.” He slaps me on the back. “You did good, son. Keep it up.”
I try to swallow past the lump in my throat. The people of Star Falls don’t care that my father was a drunk who gambled away my family’s farm. They just care about me—because I’m one of their own.
THIRTY-THREE
Rosey
As the Uber pulls into the trailer park, the urge to run is far greater than it ever was when I was stuck here. I know for certain there’s nothing my mom can do to make me stay, but that doesn’t stop the panic rising in my chest. I can’t catch a breath and my palms are slick with sweat—sensations I only realize were familiar now that I’ve been away from this place. I lived my whole life here in a state of anxiety. Now that I know what it feels like to live in Star Falls without those feelings, I can’t fathom how I coped all these years.