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384 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2014
”That was the one thing about Frankie. He was able to see the potential in things. I’m fairly certain that was the only reason why he’d wound up with me in the first place. I was fixer-upper in his eyes. A girl with real potential.”But her world is about to change when new neighbors move in across the street, bringing on the arrival of the Wilson family. Another picture-perfect family, Eva Wilson is the seemingly ideal 1960s housewife, and she and Billie become fast friends. It soon turns into something more, and at a time when lesbian relationships were considered extremely taboo, theirs must be kept a secret. But as they soon find out, some secrets aren’t meant to be kept quiet.
”I am thinking of Eva as I walk from the bar back to my cottage. She is in the swaying palm trees, in the moon, in the receding tide. I hear her voice in the tinkling wind chimes that hang from my porch, feel her touch in the breeze.”At times though, you’ll chide them for being so seemingly selfish and careless about their relationship, particularly when it comes to their children. You’ll cluck your tongue at how in the world they could just let six and seven year old’s trick or treat by themselves while they have a tryst in the woods. But at the same time, you’ll understand (in a weird and twisted way), why they have to be so fucking selfish. Because being selfish is the only way they can have a relationship. If anyone found out, they’d crucify them. We see through this book how far we’ve come, and how much work we have to do.
”If they were to listen, to really listen, they would hear the waves crashing on the shore behind her, beating like a pulse: Eva. Eva.”