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Every Day

Every Day

In the rare moments when Leigh Adelman has time to consider her chaotic life, it takes her breath away: it's filled with three wonderful children and Simon, a devoted husband and father. Leigh's suburban New York life is fourteen years distant from her first love, an electric adventure that produced her first child -- and taught her that even all-consuming passion doesn't mean happily ever after. That intense, hopeful time had slowly receded to a remote corner of her heart...until the summer morning when Fowler popped back into her life.
Unfinished business compels Leigh to see the brilliant, uncompromising Fowler. And as soon as she hears his voice she understands that she has always loved him. But this rendezvous turns out to be less about first love than it is about a last chance. For it is clear that Fowler is dying.
Honest, moving and utterly authentic, Every Day is about testing the boundaries of love, and living with the often messy consequences. For anyone who has ever daydreamed about the past, or silently wondered what if, this unforgettable novel rings with one essential truth: the toughest choices yield the most unexpected rewards.
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  • Atria Books | 
  • 240 pages | 
  • ISBN 9780671001568 | 
  • March 1999
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Chapter One
The card was postmarked Kanab, Utah, and it said he was coming today, that he'd call, that he needed to see me. All morning, between things, I've been looking for it, drifting through rooms with my eyes on stacks of papers, wastebaskets, piles of laundry, wondering how on earth I could have mislaid something so important. At one point, in the baby's room, I said aloud, "Now what could I have done with it?" My voice was lifted, girlish. I wasn't loud, so the baby didn't wake. She stirred, brought her feet up to meet her velvety hands, then sighed. Jane, my eight-year-old, was downstairs with the TV on, so I know she didn't hear.... see more

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