| Abstrakt: |
IT WAS JOSH'S REACTION THAT HURT most. For several months, his mother and I had been quietly battling toward divorce. The kids hadn't even sensed what was going on. By mutual consent, we waited for the passing of Christmas. Then it was time. In a living room where carols lingered and echoes rang of all the years we had been a family, we sat them down before a crackling fire and told them the too-familiar story. Mom wanted a job, an apartment in the city, freedom. Dad wanted to stay put. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
