Close Your Eyes: A Novel
Amanda Eyre Ward
For so much of her lifestyles, Lauren Mahdian has been definite of 2 issues: that her mom is useless, and that her father is a assassin. sooner than the bad tragedy, Lauren led a sheltered lifestyles at the banks of new york Sound, a haven of sumptuous houses and possible excellent households. yet one morning, eight-year-old Lauren and her older brother woke up to find their mother’s physique and their cherished father arrested for the murder.
Years later, Lauren is surrounded by way of uncertainty. Startling revelations strength her to peek lower than the floorboards of her conscientiously built stories, set aside the model of historical past that she has clung to so fiercely, and look for the reality of what rather occurred that fateful evening lengthy ago.
Father swinging, the sparkle of crystal, blood, yet not anything got here. I punched at the radio, and strong previous Willie got here on making a song, Whiskey River, take my brain. “You acknowledged it, Willie,” I acknowledged. The taxi was once nonetheless parked in entrance of my therapist’s place of work. I placed the automobile in force and hit the fuel, making a song alongside: “ ‘Whiskey River, don’t run dry, hi-hi-hi! You’re all I received, look after me.’ ” On my force domestic from paintings, i purchased a bottle of Yellow Tail chardonnay on the Drive-Thru Liquor Barn. Later that.
Downtown,” I stated. “Clarksville,” mused Ben. “I imagine I’ve heard of that one.” “It has a pleasant ring to it,” stated Betty. “Very classy.” “Clarksville has an extended, storied history,” I acknowledged, “and but is among the sleeker, extra hip locations to stay within the city.” either Hendrixes leaned in, listening with rapt curiosity as i started speaking in regards to the former plantation of Governor Elisha M. Pease, old Nau’s drugstore with the operating soda fountain, and Jeffrey’s eating place, which used to be rumored to be.
i used to be performed here—I’d nearly each clue. What was once left, going to Tiffany and looking for anyone who remembered a lady named Pauline corridor? I yearned for Texas, the place humans watched soccer on Thanksgiving, and ate barbeque with pickles and sliced bread. at the Hutchinson River expressway, I daydreamed approximately my father. I remembered a summer season afternoon on the videos. My father was once taking me to determine Dumbo, and he acquired a bucket of popcorn. I sat subsequent to my father, the style of butter and.
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below a skeleton donning a pirate hat. while the waitress introduced our beers, Alex stated, “Excuse me? are you able to suggest someplace to stick on the town? Or out of town?” the woman evaluated us, biting her lip. “What kind of position are you taking a look for?” she requested. “A cottage, maybe?” I stated. “My uncle has a bunkhouse,” stated the woman. “He calls it the Starry evening. It’s at the bay facet, yet it’s actual romantic.” “We’re now not searching for romance,” I stated, grimacing at Alex. “Whatevs,” stated the woman. “Do you.