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The things that keep us here / Carla Buckley.

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Summary, etc.: When a deadly pandemic strikes, Ann Brooks's town is locked down and, as time passes, she is forced to confront her failing marriage and fight for survival as resources dwindle and neighbor turns against neighbor.
Subject: Dysfunctional families Fiction
Epidemics Fiction
Suburbs Fiction
Genre: Suspense fiction.

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The Things That Keep Us Here
The Things That Keep Us Here
by Buckley, Carla
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The Things That Keep Us Here

Chapter Eleven   P eter wedged his jacket into the hall closet beside the girls' coats, their cheerful colors standing out against the tan of his jacket and the sober maroon of Ann's coat, the same one she'd had for years. Boots stood on the floor below--Maddie's mauve leopard print, Ann's stubby brown ones, and a sleek black pair with designs stitched into the leather with white thread. Kate's, probably. She'd always loved cowboy boots. He remembered her first pair, a bright cherry color, that she loved so much she insisted on wearing them everywhere, to the store, on playdates, even to bed. After she'd fallen asleep, either he or Ann would tiptoe in and gently ease the boots off her feet. But then, sure enough, the next morning she'd appear in the kitchen doorway, yawning, still in her nightgown and wearing those boots. How old had she been, two? Maybe three. She'd cried so when she finally outgrew them and Ann couldn't find a pair in a larger size.  In the kitchen, Ann was tearing open a box of pasta and dumping its contents into a pot of bubbling water. She looked up as he approached, and she swept back a strand of hair from her face with the back of her hand. "It's just sauce from a jar tonight."  Peter thought of her homemade marinara, rich with chopped onion and garlic and bell peppers. He wondered if this hasty meal was a result of her working full- time or if this was just the way she and the girls ate now. Somehow, he'd thought all three would be frozen in time, doing the same things the same way they always had, just without him. "Smells good."  "Get out the Parmesan, Maddie," Ann said. "Kate, please set the table." She glanced over her shoulder at Peter. "I think there's a bottle of wine in the basement if you want to hunt it up."  "Sure."  He found it easily enough, lying in the wine rack above the mini- refrigerator, just where he'd left it. Rubbing away the dust from the smooth glass shoulders of the bottle, he came back into the kitchen. Maddie was pouring cheese into a small bowl while Kate spread place mats across the kitchen table. Shazia stood by the sink, a water glass in her hand.  He winked at her and she smiled.  Ann stirred the pasta. "Do you have a lot of family in Cairo, Shazia?"  "All my family's there," Shazia replied. "My brother, my sister, my parents. My father comes from a large family. He's one of ten children."  "Ten!" Maddie said. "That's practically a soccer team."  Shazia smiled. "I have a lot of cousins."  "I can imagine," Ann said. "What does your father do?"  "He's a medical doctor."  "And you're getting your PhD. He must be very proud of you."  "Shazia went to Oxford." Peter opened a drawer and began hunting for a corkscrew among the rattle of spoons and spatulas. "And she got her DVM in Cairo."  "Impressive." Ann brought out a loaf of bread and began to slice it. "So, you're making the switch from veterinary medicine to research?" Peter knew what Ann was thinking. He'd made the same career jump. He remembered telling Ann he was entering research. He'd leaned across the table and clasped her hands in his. Later, she'd confided she thought he was about to propose. When that time did come, it was over a tab Excerpted from The Things That Keep Us Here by Carla Buckley All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
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