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Accidents of Marriage: A Novel
Accidents of Marriage: A Novel
Accidents of Marriage: A Novel
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“A complex and captivating tale” (The Boston Globe) which takes an engrossing look at the darker side of a marriage—and at how an ordinary family responds to an extraordinary crisis, forcing a couple to decide when a marriage is too broken to fix.

Maddy, a social worker, is trying to balance her career and three children, but her husband’s verbal furies have made the family wary and frightened. Where once his fiery passion had been reserved for defending his clients, now he’s lashing out at all of them. She vacillates between tiptoeing around him and asserting herself for the sake of their kids—keeping a fragile peace—until the rainy day when they’re together in the car and Ben’s volatile temper gets the best of him, leaving Maddy in the hospital fighting for her life.

Randy Susan Meyers takes us inside the hearts and minds of her characters, alternating among the perspectives of Maddy, Ben, and their fourteen-year-old daughter, Emma. A People magazine Book Pick, Accidents of Marriage is a “beautifully written, poignant, and thought-provoking novel” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review) that will resonate deeply with women from all walks of life, ultimately revealing the challenges of family, faith, and forgiveness.
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PublisherAtria Books
Release dateSep 2, 2014
ISBN9781451673067
Accidents of Marriage: A Novel
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Randy Susan Meyers

Randy Susan Meyers is the author of the bestselling and critically acclaimed The Murderer’s Daughters, which was chosen as a Massachusetts Center for the Book “Must-Read Book” and a finalist for the Massachusetts Book Award. She currently lives in Boston with her husband.

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I really liked the idea of this book, but in practice I found it much less emotionally moving than similar books I've read recently (Five Days Left, for example). Like Five Days LeftAccidents of Marriage shows some of the frustrations associated with disabilities caused by disease or injury. I think that makes both of these books very worthwhile reminders to be patient with others. Also, although these kind of events might feel emotionally manipulative to some, I'm a sucker for books where people try to find happiness despite such challenges. However, in Accidents of Marriage, I didn't feel we got to see Maddy changing in response to her injury. It's clear that to go on would have required great strength of character given the challenges Maddy faces. From what we get to see, though, it seems as if most of the changes in her life are precipitated by the accident. There's very little of Maddy choosing to make changes on her own.

    Another thing that bothered me was Ben's character. I was excited that we also got his perspective and hoped it would add some complexity to the story, but even from Ben's perspective, he has no redeeming qualities. This meant that I spent a lot of the book stressing that he might become physically violent and that Maddy might forgive him for everything. I would rather have felt emotionally invested in their relationship. It would have been nice to see why it was so hard for Maddy to realize that Ben's behavior was unacceptable and to empathize with why she feel in love with him in the first place. Despite these shortcomings, this was a very enjoyable read. The plot was my kind of plot, the writing was beautiful, and some of the challenges Maddy and her children faced were very moving. I just would have liked to see more character growth from Maddy and less pure evil from Ben.This review was originally posted on Doing Dewey.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Very good book
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I loved this book.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I just finished Accidents of Marriage. I gave it three stars because "I liked it" but I did not really love it. This was a story that was both sad and lightly touched on emotional abuse.Maddy is a working mom of 3 children. Her husband Ben struggles with controlling his anger and lashes out and yells quite a bit. Then one day, while Ben is driving with Maddy as the passenger, he gets road rage and has an accident that leaves Maddy with a brain injury.The story is then focused on the family and the aftermath. The oldest daughter is now in charge of raising her siblings during mom's very slow recovery. She feels neglected, Ben vows to never take Maddy for granted, but no one seems to believe him anymore and Maddy is frustrated at her transformation.The story ends also without any clear resolution as to what will happen. It was a good story, but a little too depressing and I wasn't too happy with the either Maddy or Ben's character. I received a complimentary copy for review as part of the Goodreads giveaway program.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I thought this was a pretty good story involving a husband with severe anger management issues, his wife who uses pills to cope with the situation, and 3 vulnerable kids affected by it all. Based on this one, I'll probably check out this author's other books.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I received an ARC through Goodreads.
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    For the most part I enjoyed reading this book. It was interesting to see things from Maddy, Ben and Emma's point of view.

    An interesting story of how one accident changed the lives of everyone. You can feel the characters lash out, their emotional state of mind and struggling to come to terms with everything. Emotional abuse and what is borderline physical assault is what Ben regularly dishes out, leaving Maddy and the family to tip toe around him, before and for the most part after the accident. Maddy as a social worker usually deal with similar situations at work yet she shuts her eye at what is happening in her own home, thinking that it's just a one time thing and he's still a good man.

    One thing I didn't like was how one dimensional and forgettable most of the secondary characters are. Like we are suddenly introduced to the extended family and I keep getting the characters mixed up because they aren't memorable.

    Another thing, while we do get to see both Maddy and Ben's side of the story, I didn't like either of them. Actually for the most part I didn't like Ben's character much at all, he started off as a little egotistical but busy and somewhat decent guy...until his anger surfaced. And Maddy, she seems like a lovely person trying to help her clients/patients out while trying to keep harmony at home, but I didn't like how docile she was and passive around Ben. After the accident though, I did feel for her and liked her better while she tried hard to make progress with her recovery.

    I did like how the ending wasn't a total cliche. Of course I want Maddy and Ben to stay married after everything that they have been through, but I totally understand and applaud Maddy for making a stand and wanting Ben to actually work on his anger management and focus more on others not just solely on himself and also for wanting to be independent on working towards getting herself back on her feet What happens after the book ends, leaves us the readers to decide, but I like that a glimmer of hope exists for the family.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This was my first book by Randy Susan Meyers and it was excellent. It’s about Maddy, a social worker with a husband, children and career, and her husband, Ben, a public defender, who is controlling and, I think, verbally abusive. He punches things, but not his family, luckily. Maddy does not share her family drama and most people think they have the perfect marriage. The book is about the lies and secrets in this family. I think Maddy is in denial, even though her work deals with abusive relationships! The book goes back and forth between the two of them and their 14-year old daughter, Emma – told in the three different points of view of what is happening. Maddy takes pills to deal with her husband’s moods and Emma is starting to act out, as her way of coping.

    One day Maddy and Ben are in the car together (he’s driving) and it’s raining and they get in an argument and, due to Ben’s road rage, they are involved in a horrible accident. Ben is injured but basically okay, but Maddy ends up in a coma with a brain injury. Ben is devastated and guilty and tries to change his ways and devotes his time and energy to Maddy. Meanwhile, his children (there are also two younger ones), especially Emma, are suffering, and Emma’s narrations are heart-wrenching over how she is affected by all that has happened and is happening.

    This book is emotional, thought-provoking, sad, hopeful, real, contemporary, and so well-written. It would be a good book club discussion book. I was not expecting the ending, but it was perfect. This book will stay with me for a while, I am sure.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Yep, this just scrapes in at 4-star for me. Maybe it should be 3.75 stars. It seems to be definitely a cut above the standard American women's fiction genre....or whatever similar category you want to place it. On the negative side, I'd say that some of (all of?) the characters are a little leaning towards stereotypes, but I reckon Meyers does manage to give them enough reality that the story makes a unique contribution. Let's face it, American family life and threat to it is a well-trod path, and it's very hard to say something new. However I do think Meyers' focus on the 'accident' theme is an insightful perspective. I was very worried that she was going to finish the story in the worst possible way (i.e marriage is restored, they all live happily ever after) but Meyers also avoids that commercial imperative to just enough of an extent to leave both me moderately satisfied, and also her publisher hearing the distinctive sound of cash registers ringing up sales. I'm certainly not putting Randy Susan Meyers on my 'favorites' list, but having been somewhat disappointed with another of her works (The Comfort of Lies), I am happy enough to leave her third book (The Murderer's Daughters) on my To Read list.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I liked this "domestic thriller" after it got rolling. The beginning - two parents, two jobs, three kids - fairly typical. The aftermath of a devastating car accident brings high drama and dudgeon. Husband and wife have been basically stumbling along the highway to stressful hell, as long time, settled marriages will do -until the husband's selfish actions finally topple the shaky house of cards. Particularly well written are the sections from the PoV of the teenage daughter. The wife and husband's inner monologues are also true to the situation. Siblings and in-laws complete the picture of what could absolutely happen down the block of a white middle class neighborhood, yours or mine, if you live a suburban life like mine.A good read with a satisfyingly open-ended conclusion.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    A special thank you to Atria Books and NetGalley for a complimentary ARC.

    Randy Susan Myers’ ACCIDENTS OF MARRIAGE, a bittersweet account of a complex marriage relationship, derailed by dishonesty, emotional abuse, and rage—A tragedy forces one dysfunctional family to reexamine their lives, face their fears, and accept responsibility for their actions, before healing can begin.

    The Illica Boston family is a ticking time bomb waiting to ignite. (A broken corporation, Illica Sucks, Inc). The pressure mounts daily and has built up with fifteen years of crap. Something has to happen in order for a change to occur and release the pressure.

    Maddy, a social worker, a busy wife and mother, is trying to balance her career, and three children (Emma 14, Gracie 9, Caleb 7), while taking pills in order to cope, and live with Ben, her high strung, angry, controlling, verbally and emotionally abusive narcissistic husband. Brilliant, handsome and charming, Ben could turn into a raging bull when crossed—and despite her training as a social worker Maddy is never sure what would set him off on a rampage.

    A family turns into competitions for time, daily emotional battles, and aggressive behavior. As the pressures mount, and tempers flare, shattered dreams erupt for a final explosion—as it trickles down, even to the children’s behavior and reactions—an accident driven by a short fuse, forces this family to face the truths, where nothing will be the same, with devastating consequences. When recovery means more than just facing physical injuries, and a marriage becomes too broken to be repaired.

    Told from three different POVs (Maddy, Ben, Emma), Myers creates a poignant, and compelling detailed account of an ordinary family, and its downward spiral—for a heartbreaking tale with well-developed, flawed and realistic characters. Filled with intensity, a deeply moving gripping story; a psychological look inside this family tragedy —with great insight into the human complexities of life, written with compassion, while laced with wit and humor, for an engaging page-turner!

    This was my first book by Randy Susan Myers’, and enjoyed her sharp writing style and look forward to reading her previous books! Fans of Jane Green, Amy Hatvany, Lisa Genova, Diane Chamberlain, and Liane Moriarty will enjoy this thought-provoking family drama of love unraveled, and life’s messiness.

    Quotes I liked:

    “The ideal man. Bears the accidents of life with. Dignity and grace. Making the best of circumstances. That’s Aristotle. I copied it. From Zelda’s office. I so wanted to be. Dignified and graceful. But now I know. How could I? I didn’t have an accident. Of life. It was. An accident of marriage.“

    “We can’t be waiting for someone to hand us respect, for a man to make us feel good, as though we’re puppies waiting to have our bellies patted. Happiness comes from a whole lotta different places. A man’s love is just one piece of that huge cake. And even harder? You gotta bake that damn cake yourself.”

  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This was a solid 3-star book for me. I liked it, but wanted more. Liane Moriarity, one of my new favorite authors for her wit and willingness to tackle difficult subject matter, endorsed this book as "one of those rare novels that is both unputdownable and unforgettable." At no point did I want to abandon the book, but I don't expect this story to stick with me over time. Not surprisingly, however, this book resonated strongly with my mother and I read it at her recommendation. About two years ago, our family dealt with the impact of an unexpected accident that also led to an injury similar to Maddy's and it was my mother who was the initial sole caregiver in that situation. To this day, the effects of that accident can still be felt in our family. I suspect it was the middle that was so emotionally touching for my mother - as it was for me: that excruciating time of "not knowing" while Maddy was in the hospital and then Maddy's unpredictable behavior after her initial return home. Unfortunately, the husband's pattern of verbal abuse, and the reaction of the family, didn't seem as convincing (or important) to me and I think that was supposed to be the meat of the story.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I found myself emotionally involved in the relationship between Maddy and Ben in this new book by the fantastic writer Randy Susan Meyers. Myers really delivered again with Accidents of Marriage. I love books like this one that allow me to see behind the doors of a home an into the lives of a family. What a great examination of a marriage! A very flawed relationship that was hard to understand at times...but Myers handled it all very well.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I am a yeller. When I get mad, and I can really get mad, I tend to shout, rant, and rave. I recognize this about myself and have tried very hard over the years to release my anger more productively. I don't know if it's worked entirely but I certainly hope I have a better handle on my anger than Ben in Randy Susan Meyers' newest novel, Accidents of Marriage does on his. Ben, a public defense lawyer, has an explosive temper and his family tiptoes around him, never knowing what is going to set him off. His wife Maddy, a social worker, takes prescription pills every day to take the edge off, to keep her own emotions under wraps for fear of triggering his, and to blunt the effect of his irrational eruptions. All three of the Illica children, Emma, Gracie, and Caleb, know that their father is extremely volatile and try not to provoke him either. Even when Ben isn't home, incidents like breaking a glass are weighed in light of his probable reaction. Theirs is not a terribly happy home. And it's about to get even worse. On a day when both Ben and Maddy have work commitments and things are already fraught between them because of the kids' schedules, Maddy gets pulled over and her car is towed for an expired registration. She calls Ben to rescue her from a rough part of town, which he grudgingly does. Then, because he is late, rushing, and angry, he gets caught in a driving contest with another driver on the wet Boston roads, losing control of the car in the pouring rain and crashing. Maddy is thrown from the car and ends up in a coma with a traumatic brain injury. If the days of waiting to see if Maddy would come out of the coma were tough, life afterwards is even tougher. Fourteen year old Emma has to take charge of her younger siblings, shouldering more responsibility than a young teenager should have to do, and feeling the injustice of every moment of it. Ben has to adjust to the wife who needs so much more than he's ever given her before and to his own slowly dawning understanding of his own culpability in the whole situation. Maddy is frustrated with her own slow progress and furious with blame as she tries to understand the kind of life that she wants to lead going forward. Ben, Maddy, and Emma all narrate sections of the novel, giving the reader insight into their personal understandings of the situation. Ben is likely to flare up at anything and he is definitely emotionally abusive but it is also made clear by the time we spend in his head that he does in fact love Maddy even if he doesn't acknowledge his own anger management issues. Maddy has so deadened herself in dealing with Ben's rages that she is teaching her children the wrong thing and when she finds out the truth about the accident that changed her life forever, she has some big decisions to make. Each of the three main characters is quite complex, neither entirely good nor entirely bad, allowing the reader to want this family to improve, for Ben's desire to change to be real, and for them to heal the gaping cracks. The pacing is generally slow and measured, much like Maddy's own recovery, sometimes slower and sometimes more accelerated. The end of the novel seems a bit abrupt and unfinished, again much like Maddy's recovery. But the portions about Maddy's injury and how she is healing, what her particular traumatic brain injury means in terms of now and the future is rather fascinating, and that it gives her the chance to remember, see, and own her past reality without a chemical veil obscuring everything brings the story to its climax. This is a thought-provoking family drama about injuries, physical and emotional, and whether or not a wreck is worth salvaging even if that wreck is your marriage and family
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Wow! what an amazing read. The story is told through the eyes of several of the main characters. They are all members of the same family. Maddy and Ben are married professionals with three children. They face all the same problems and issues of today's families and more. The "more" is Ben's explosive and sometimes cruel and explosive bouts of anger. Maddy has managed for years to work around his anger and is pretty good at defusing the anger towards the children. However there has been a price to pay. For some reason I felt sympathy towards Ben throughout the whole book. He truly loves his wife and children...very much, in fact. It seems that no one has every tried to correct these bouts of anger and he seemingly has no idea how badly he is abusing those he loves. The book is very well written, the characters seem real with real world issues. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and would LOVE a follow up book!**Good Reads Win
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This novel is the story of a marriage and a family in trouble. The husband has severe anger management problems and the wife has learned to compensate by not upsetting him and by taking a few pills when needed to get through her days. His anger causes an accident that results in catastrophic brain injury to her. The accident bring the family dysfunction out of the shadows of their lives and shows how Ben's anger not only affected Maddy but also their three children. The novel is well told and the characters are very well developed. I felt like I knew them and I laughed and cried with them. This is the first book that I've read by this author and I plan to read her previous books based on my enjoyment of this book.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This is the first book I have read by this author. The topic intrigued me as I have some experience with people with anger management issues. I liked the style of writing—easy to read, nice flow. The main characters were well-developed. Some of the supporting characters were less developed but still fairly well written. The alternating perspectives of Maddy, Ben, and Emma were easy to follow. You could easily get the sense of what each of these characters were having to deal with in the aftermath of the accident. Maddy was fighting for survival. Her frustration at not being able to function as she had was readily apparent. Ben had to deal with his guilt of causing the accident in the first place. Then his loyalties to his family were tested. Emma was a young teen girl forced to put her life on hold in order to care for her younger siblings. Her resentment was appropriate. The younger siblings Gracie and Caleb were well-portrayed, in my opinion. Then, of course, there were the meddling in-laws. I am not sure the interfaith marriage angle added much to the story. The part I had difficulty accepting was how Ben had such an anger management problem but then seemed to be “cured” by his guilt over the accident. Someone who can get as violent as him does not just suddenly start controlling his/her temper without help. Overall though, it was a good read.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I really enjoyed this book....I did feel like I wanted more from the ending.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Fine book. Offered much and gave much. Liked all characters, even violent male so portrayed well. Did its ' best to give all points of view and generally successful. Will check out other books of authors'.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This book was interesting but not long enough. It I kind of stopped half way.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    When Maddy gets her ju-ju back!
    Priceless! Watch out world!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The issue of domestic violence is at the forefront of many conversations today, in part due to the horrific video of Baltimore Ravens player Ray Rice knocking his fiancee out with a punch. Randy Susan Myers' timely novel Accidents of Marriage investigates what happens when a man who loses his temper too frequently finally loses control and it costs those he loves a great deal.Maddie is a social worker married to Ben, a public defender celebrated for his passion and intelligence in his work. He is looked up to by his colleagues and worshipped by his female intern. But Ben has a terrible temper, one that only his wife and three children- 14 year-old Emma, 9 year-old Gracie and 7 year-old Caleb- have seen up close.Ben verbally abuses his family and they live in fear of his outbursts, where he occasionally throws plates crashing into the wall. The slightest thing out of the ordinary- dirty dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor- send him into an uncontrollable rage.Funny thing about people who say they can't control their rage; they seem to be able to control it just fine at the office. They never scream at colleagues or clients; they save that for their family.Maddie has to call Ben to pick her up when her car gets towed for having an expired registration. Ben is late for a meeting, furious at Maddie for not taking care of the registration, and on a rain soaked road, he gets into a road rage incident and while speeding has an accident that leaves Maddie fighting for her life.Ben is injured, but Maddie is in a coma. Her family, her parents and sister Vanessa, who doesn't like Ben, are all there. The children are there too, but they are not allowed in the ICU area, so the three young children are in a separate waiting area- all alone.That really bugged me. There are several adults waiting, any one of whom could have gone and sat with these frightened children, who had no idea what was going on with their mother. The judgement of the adults in this situation left me dumbfounded. How could no one comfort those children?The story is told from three perspectives; Maddie, Ben and Emma all get to tell their stories. It is heartbreaking to see this family torn apart, and difficult to see Maddie try and put her life together after a serious traumatic brain injury. She has to start from the beginning and learn how to do everything from walking to talking to cooking, and her frustration comes through clearly on the page.Much of the day-to-day care of the house and the other children is left to Emma. Poor Emma gets overlooked, and so much is dumped into her lap, again without the adults thinking about how she is doing. I felt most deeply for Emma.Meyers does a wonderful job making us feel what this family is going through. Ben still has his anger issues, Maddie is trying to pick up the pieces of her life and figure out just what happened, and the children are struggling too. There is no miracle cure for Maddie, she must fight everyday and it exhausts her.The characters are realistic, and some even unlikable (and not just Ben, I didn't like Vanessa either). The Wednesday Blues Club, made up of women who live with domestic violence in their lives, is a support group that Maddie started in her job and when she returns after her injury, she has a new understanding and it causes her to rethink her own life choices.Accidents of Marriage is a terrific book club pick; there are so many meaty things to discuss in this book.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The many ways we use unhealthy ways or not to justify what we do in order to make our relationships work. Maddy is a social worker herself, mother to three children, loves her husband Ben but has made many excuses for him on why his temper is allowed to rule so much. Until the day when all the excuses no longer matter.I give the author much credit, she did not follow the happily ever after party line but instead gives the reader a no holds barred look at a family in crisis. The devastating effect on the children, and I so loved every single one of them, the long difficult road of recovery, of a family forever defined by what came before and what came after. A hard look at personal responsibility and how hard it is to change. Always there is hope though, it can be done, things will be hard, but it is possible to grab at a new healthy normal.ARC from publisher.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Accidents of Marriage by Randy Susan Meyers is a heart wrenching and insightful novel about the devastating effects of living with someone who is verbally abusive and prone to violent outbursts resulting from poor anger management. The consequences are oftentimes tragic and this eye-opening, poignant story is a timely reminder that anyone can become a victim of domestic violence.

    Maddy and Ben are juggling the demands of parenthood with demanding, high stress careers. Maddy, a social worker, is the main caregiver of the couple's three children, fourteen year old Emma, nine year old Gracie and seven year old Caleb. She is wrung out and exhausted by trying to keep up with household duties, the kid's frenetic schedules and her emotionally draining job. Maddy is always on edge, waiting to find out which version of Ben is going to return home each night: will it be the loving and devoted husband? Or will it be the derisive, condescending husband whose verbal abuse often ends in physical, violent explosions of anger? After a couple of days that are more stressful than normal, Ben's anger boils over into road rage that results in a horrible car accident that leaves Maddy in a coma. The doctors are cautiously optimistic about her eventual recovery, but in the meantime, the family slowly disintegrates under the stresses of everyday life and the terrible uncertainty of Maddy's future.

    As a social worker, no one knows the warming signs of abusive relationships better than Maddy, but it is amazing how blinded she is to Ben's destructive behavior. She makes excuses, blames herself and carefully censors herself in an effort to keep from provoking his temper. She goes so far as to point out that he has an anger management problem and provides him with information to try to help his anger under control. Maddy has moments of introspection where she admits that he has problems but instead of taking the advice she gives her clients, she never seriously considers leaving him.

    Ben is a self-centered narcissist who bullies and belittles Maddy into compliance. Although they both have fulltime careers, Ben deems his the most important and he refuses to help Maddy manage the children's hectic schedules or take on any household responsibilities. Ben works long hours and despite his frequent absences, he is hypercritical of Maddy's parenting decisions. He is incapable of accepting responsibility for his actions and in the aftermath of the car accident, Ben repeatedly downplays his role in the accident.

    Ben and Maddy's children are the unintended victims of their parents' dysfunctional relationship but the extent of the damage is not seen until after the accident. As the oldest, Emma is forced into taking care of her younger siblings and household duties while Maddy is in the hospital. She loves Gracie and Caleb, but as the days stretch into weeks, she is resentful of the responsibility she shoulders and she begins looking for relief from the unending stress in all the wrong places. Poor Gracie and Caleb are lonely, confused and scared as they try to understand the drama unfolding around them.

    Accidents of Marriage is an emotionally compelling family drama that is raw, gritty and breathtakingly realistic. The characters are well-drawn with all too human flaws and imperfections. The storyline is absolutely heartbreaking but Randy Susan Meyers deftly handles difficult topics with an amazing amount of sensitivity. A riveting and highly complex novel that I highly recommend.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    A heartbreaking and intense family drama.
    Maddy and Ben are the busy parents of three demanding children. The story of this family is told from three points of view, the parents and Emma, their 15-year-old daughter. The family was getting by, albeit disfunctionally, until one day, a road accident changes their lives forever. it forces them to analyse their past and reconstruct their future, which will never be the same.
    Ben needs to manage his anger and narcissim and Maddy needs to be more assertive. The innocent children will also undergo many challenges. Both sets of grandparents play important support roles, but in the end it's the parents who will have to step up or loose their family.
    There is a great deal of love, and yet, love isn't always enough, but It's a great starting point. The conclusion of the novel is dramatic, and yet It's an opportunity for a new beginning.
    There was suspense, right to the end and great characterisation. An absorbing and moving read.

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Accidents of Marriage - Randy Susan Meyers

Before


JULY

Chapter 1

Maddy

Maddy ran her tongue over her teeth, imagining the bitter taste of a crumbling tablet of Xanax. After a gut-wrenching day at the hospital nothing tempted her more than a chemical vacation. Nothing appealed to her less than cooking supper. Churning stomach acid—courtesy of work—coupled with anxiety that Ben might come home as frenzied as he’d left made a formidable appetite killer.

She could bottle it and make a fortune.

Each morning she spun the wheel on the Ben chart, hoping the arrow would hit happy husband, or at least neutral guy. Today his arrow landed on total bastard, holding her personally responsible for Caleb’s tantrum, which—oh, horror!—had cost Ben twenty minutes of work.

She considered taking a pill, but the rites of family happiness demanded her attention. Gracie and Caleb sprawled on the rug, recovering from their day at camp: seven-year-old Caleb, half asleep, rubbing his cheek with his thumb; nine-year-old Gracie’s glazed eyes fixed on the television. Emma, her oldest, a day camp counselor at fourteen, would be home soon.

Sluggish inertia kept Maddy stapled to the couch despite her long list of waiting tasks. Chop vegetables, pay the mortgage, and catch up on laundry before the kids ran out of socks. Find a stamp somewhere in the mess she called her desk so she could mail the electric bill. Give her children feelings of self-worth. Plus, since she and Ben had fought that morning, he’d need soothing. Fellatio came to mind.

Indestructible fabric, the sort bought by parents with children prone to transferring their sticky snacks to the upholstery, prickled against her bare arms. She lusted for air-conditioning as she’d once longed for peace, justice, and her husband. Each suffocating Boston summer in their badly wired Victorian became more hateful and Ben’s warnings about global warming swayed her less. According to Ben, her environmental ethics turned situational with each drop of perspiration.

Pressing the small of her back didn’t ease the permanent knot lodged deep and low, nor did shoving a small hard pillow against it. Her stomach growled despite her lack of desire for food.

Fish sticks would be easy, but she couldn’t bear turning on the oven.

The back door slammed. Emma banged her backpack on the table. Her daughter’s way of saying I’m home.

Emma?

"What?"

Maddy struggled up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen. Just making sure it’s you.

Were you expecting someone else? she asked.

It could have been Daddy.

Right. What an all-purpose word right had become in their family, their polite way of saying, I am acknowledging you have spoken, but am choosing not to engage in any meaningful way. Lately, they used it all too often.

Newspapers they’d tried to read at breakfast covered half the table. Emma stared into the refrigerator as Maddy gathered the papers, unsure whether to recycle them. Had Ben finished reading the Boston Globe? The New York Times?

There’s nothing to eat, Emma said. In Caro’s house—

The sound of breaking glass followed by Caleb’s scream interrupted before Emma could specify just how superior a shopper Caro’s mother was.

"Mom! Gracie yelled. Come here!"

Emma followed as Maddy ran to the living room.

Jesus, what happened? Maddy crouched next to Caleb, her stomach dropping at the sight of blood pouring from his foot. Shards of glass surrounded him, liquid droplets of milk clinging to the pieces, a larger white puddle pooling on the wooden floor. She grabbed a wadded-up napkin to staunch the blood, crouching awkwardly to avoid cutting her knees.

Gracie’s mouth trembled. I just got up, that’s all, and I knocked over his milk glass. He got mad and screamed, then he stood up and kicked the glass and it broke. He stepped on it. It wasn’t my fault!

It’s okay, Gracie. Blood soaked through the napkin, dissolving the paper as she exerted pressure. Emma, get me a damp towel.

This was preventable, Ben would say. This is why we have plastic glasses.

Make it stop, Mommy! Tears cut through the dirt on Caleb’s cheeks.

She pressed harder. Gracie mopped the spilled milk with a dirty T-shirt from her backpack.

Here. Emma held out a dripping kitchen towel.

You need to wring it out, Emma. Never mind, just get a clean one.

Emma stomped out with Gracie in her wake. Wet cloth slapped in the sink.

Give this to Mom. Emma’s voice from the kitchen was extra loud.

Using the hem of her black cotton skirt, Maddy covered the napkin. Gracie returned with a new towel. Emma watched from the doorway, twirling the bottom of her long brown braid.

Maddy peeled away her skirt and replaced it with the towel, Caleb whimpering. Do I have to go to the doctor? He squinted as she peeked under the towel.

It doesn’t look too deep, but it has to be cleaned, she said. I don’t think we need a doctor. Maddy’s pulse calmed. She stopped rushing ahead in her mind: wrapping Caleb’s foot safely enough to hold in the bleeding until they got to the emergency room, packing the kids in the car, calling Ben. She looked again—making sure her decision was based on wisdom and not wishful thinking. It wasn’t gaping. The bleeding had slowed.

He tried to pull his foot away. No! No cleaning. It’ll hurt.

Emma squatted next to them. You let Mom wash out the cut and I’ll play Monopoly. Caleb’s smile came through like a sun shower.

That’s sweet, honey. Maddy should appreciate Emma’s goodness and stop losing patience with her sulks and eye rolling. Thank you.

Can I play? Gracie asked.

No, said Caleb. Just me and Emma.

Gracie’s lip quivered at her brother’s words, leaving Maddy torn between soothing and yelling Stop it, especially when she saw Gracie make the tiny sign of the cross she’d picked up from Grandma Frances, Ben’s mother, a woman given to reflexive ritual blessings. Gracie’s gesture unsettled Maddy. Next thing she knew, her daughter would be genuflecting at Our Lady of the Virgins. Buying her a Jewish star or a Unitarian flaming chalice, before Grandma Frances hung a crucifix over Gracie’s bed, went on her to-do list. Mixed marriage only went so far.

Monopoly is better with more people, Caleb. Pregnant women should be required to take classes in referee and negotiation skills along with breathing and panting lessons.

No. I only want to play with Emma.

Gracie pulled at her camp-grimy toes. How about you and I make chocolate sauce while they play? Maddy suggested. We could have hot fudge sundaes for supper.

Ice cream for supper? Gracie raised her chin off her knees.

Why not? She pushed back her daughter’s sweaty black curls, the only visible part of Maddy that Gracie had inherited. The kids divided their parents’ parts and shared few: Skinny Caleb had Ben’s thick brown hair, Maddy’s long lashes and narrow shoulders. Poor Gracie, like Ben, would have to fight a tendency toward getting thick in the middle. Emma, wiry like Maddy, had her father’s sharp cheekbones.

Emma rolled her eyes. Healthy, Mom.

Shut up, Emma, Caleb said.

You shut up. Or I won’t play with you.

I’ll play, Gracie said.

"No. Emma picked me. Wash my cut, Mommy."

•  •  •

A child leaned on either shoulder. With feet propped on the coffee table, Maddy drifted in and out of sleep. Dirty bowls decorated with blobs of hardened fudge littered the room. After cresting to a quick high of giggles over supper, they’d slumped into queasy sugar comas.

They stirred at the sound effects of Ben’s nightly return: the car rolling on gravel. Scrape of heat-swollen door opening. Keys dropping on the hall table. Briefcase thudding to the floor. Sighs of relief or disgust indicated his mood level. Despite their early-morning fight, Ben sounded audibly benign. Thank God. Maybe it would be a Swiss night, with the living room their first neutral zone.

Ben entered the living room and surveyed their collapsed bodies and the scattered Monopoly pieces. Gracie pulled away and ran to him, throwing her hands around his waist. He stroked her black ringlets into a little bundle at the back of her head as she leaned into his slightly softening middle. He had the body of a forty-three-year-old man who fought gravity by playing handball twice a week, but who’d given up crunches. Not bad, but unlike Maddy, who ran and used free weights and the rowing machine in their basement, his battle against time brought fewer visible rewards.

What happened? he asked. It looks like a war zone.

We had some excitement. Our boy cut himself.

Caleb held out his bandage-swathed foot while still staring at the television.

You okay? Ben asked. He gave Gracie one last pat and went to the couch. Hurt much?

Caleb shrugged. I guess. A little. He studied Maddy as though seeking the right answer.

Ben laid a hand on Caleb’s calf. Can you walk on it?

Sorta. I hop on my heel on that side.

It’s on the ball of his foot. The inside, Maddy said.

How’d it happen? Ben tugged on his chin—his poker tell that steam could build at any moment.

Maddy leaned over Caleb and kissed her husband, hitting the side of his mouth he offered. Forgetting anything? she asked. "Hello, Maddy? How are you?"

He exhaled. Don’t start. I’ve had a rough day.

Kissing was starting? It is when you’re being sarcastic, she answered herself, using Ben’s lecture voice. He fell asleep and then got up without remembering there was a milk glass next to him. It was an accident. She knew the lie was barely plausible, but she also knew it was just enough for him to avoid being prosecutorial.

Where was he sleeping? The recycle bin?

Very funny. A glass broke. End of story. There. The truth snuck in.

Why can’t the kids eat and drink at the table like they’re supposed to? Why weren’t they using plastic glasses? He ran his hands through his hair. Look at this place. It’s a mess. No wonder everyone’s always having accidents.

Caleb rubbed his thumb back and forth across his knee. Gracie crossed herself.

Not now, okay? Please. She sent him a significant look.

Ben flexed his shoulders, leaned back on the couch, and stared at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, seeming to remember the anger management sheet Maddy had forced on him six months ago, after he’d thrown a shoe. At the wall, he insisted each time she mentioned the incident. Not at you. But her message had landed. For once, she’d broken through his endless rejections of her careful observations about his temper.

Good thing. She’d gritted her teeth through his rages, but she’d be damned if their house became a physical battleground. He’d scared himself when he’d thrown the shoe—just as he had years before when he’d thrown a bottle of detergent against the wall. The difference was this time he’d listened to her. He’d read the sheet despite hating it when she supposedly social-worked him. Save it for your clients, he’d yell when she deconstructed him. The children. Their marriage. You’re not my shrink, you’re my wife.

If he didn’t want her to social-work him, then she sure wished he’d learn to manage his own moods. Maddy’s sister insisted that one day it would be too late for anger prevention sheets and other tricks. Vanessa had no patience for Ben’s rages, but Maddy blamed herself for the antagonism her family felt toward Ben. Maddy overshared. Everything negative, anyway. When had she last called her sister to say things were going great? To brag about Ben taking an entire day to make sure Gracie could ride her bike safely? How often did she mention that Ben took the kids to the movies while she went for a massage?

At least her mother pretended to love Ben. For which Maddy was grateful.

We had ice cream for supper, Caleb announced.

Emma’s shoulders squared. Gracie pressed into Maddy.

Ben turned to Caleb. Ice cream?

With hot fudge, Caleb added.

Nice to be rewarded for breaking a glass, huh? Ben kicked off his shoes. Since I haven’t fallen or broken anything, what do I get for supper?

Emma jumped up. Should I make you eggs, Dad?

Thank you, honey. That would be terrific. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

Gracie tapped his forehead. He blinked and gave her a tired smile. What is it, cupcake?

Want me to cut up carrots for you?

Maddy grabbed the laundry basket from where she’d dropped it in the corner of the living room and hurried out before she had to witness the girls wait on Ben. It drove her crazy watching them being trained in the fine art of placating an angry man, but try explaining that one. What, a child couldn’t feed a hungry father?

After throwing in a white wash and rummaging through the crowded shelves for fabric softener, she dragged over a small dusty step stool and climbed up, stretching to reach behind the jumble of cleaning supplies. She pulled out a dusty Baggie that held a few tablets, took out a yellow one, bit off half, and swallowed it dry. Sometimes she wondered if she could remember all of her caches. Keeping them scattered around the house gave her a convoluted sense of peace and safety. She might reach for one pill in a week; she might reach in every day. Either way, knowing that they were never more than a few steps away comforted her.

•  •  •

Back in the kitchen, remnants of Ben’s eggs and carrots littered the countertop. She cleared the debris to one side to make sandwiches for the kids’ lunch boxes. Trying to spread cold peanut butter made her hate Ben’s mother. Frances had spent the past forty-six years appeasing Ben’s father’s neuroses by keeping a spotless house and refrigerating peanut butter, on constant guard against food poisoning, bacteria, and dust.

Because of Frances, they ate hard peanut butter.

The bread tore. She folded it around the wad of Skippy and shoved it in her mouth. Then she got a fresh slice and began making the sandwiches again: grape jelly for Caleb, blueberry for Gracie, and for Emma, Maddy’s mother’s homemade orange preserves.

Anger exhausted her. She waited for the kiss of Xanax to kick in, Prince Charming bearing a sheath for her nerves.

Ben hadn’t cared if they ate hot mayonnaise and slept on typhus-encrusted sheets when they’d met, not while they burned off the searing heat of their early years. He’d been exciting, her Ben, a public defense lawyer demanding the world give his wrecked clients a break—a little justice, a fair shot. She could barely breathe around him, some part of her always needing to touch some part of him. Her hand on his shoulder. An ankle casually leaning against his calf.

Ben dwarfed everyone, racing through life with exclamation points coming out all sides. Poverty to the right? Boom! Racism? Pow. Dirty landlords? Gotcha!

Who knew all that passion and rage could be directed at a late car payment? A missing button.

Her.

CHAPTER 2

Ben

Ben hit the off button five minutes before the alarm buzzed, satisfied at beating the clock. Each weekday began with a win or loss, depending on how well his unconscious did its job.

Maddy slept curled on her side, facing away from him, her head buried in her arms. He turned off the second alarm, hers, so she could sleep another half hour, and then he crept out of bed to make coffee—he’d wake her by waving a steaming cup under her nose as he once did Monday through Friday.

Making Maddy happy was so easy, and yet he disappointed her at least once a day. It made him feel like shit. She thought he was unaware of his crimes and misdemeanors, when in actuality he only committed about a quarter of his sins without complete agency. It wasn’t that he didn’t know he was wrong. He was selfish. Or he chose expediency. Why do you yell? Maddy would ask, but he couldn’t tell the truth: Saying because it works made him sound like a monster. He couldn’t pretend shouting or screaming was kind or loving—that made him sound insane. So mostly he muttered and shuffled away.

After showering, he crept downstairs, not wanting to wake the kids, desperate for quiet so he could plan his schedule and steal time to read the paper uninterrupted. He had to get in early to meet with Elizabeth, his current favorite intern. This afternoon they’d present the motion to suppress evidence she’d prepared for B-bird, whose stand-up-guy routine had captured Elizabeth’s heart, despite the client’s murder charge.

Ben supposed he coddled Elizabeth, letting her spend an inordinate amount of time on that manipulative con artist. No doubt she’d lose her sympathetic glow toward clients soon, but right now, as clearly as she’d carried her Ash Wednesday smudge, she demonstrated her belief that those who grew up in the projects carried an inherent holiness.

Sweat rose on Ben’s forehead as he ground the coffee. Barely six fifteen and the kitchen already felt uncomfortably warm. He snuck the radio dial from Maddy’s NPR to hard rock, not that he could actually enjoy the music when it played at such low volume. He grabbed the paper from the porch. Scuffling came from the second floor, but at this hour it was probably just one of the kids peeing and then shambling back to bed.

Dad? Emma appeared in the doorway, brushing her long brown waves off her sleep-swollen face. Mom needs you in Caleb’s room.

I’ll be right there. He shook coffee into the filter.

She said to come now, Emma said.

He poured in the water, turned on the pot, and then hurried up the stairs to his son’s room, where he found Caleb whimpering in Maddy’s arms. He knelt and rubbed Caleb’s shoulder. Hey, cowboy. What is it? Nightmare?

Caleb winced and pointed at his foot. It hurts.

Let’s take a look. Ben gave Maddy’s knee a reassuring squeeze.

Gracie padded in as Ben unwound the white bandage. What’s wrong?

Caleb’s foot, Emma said. Gracie moved close to her sister, transfixed as Ben revealed hot-looking pink skin puffing up around his wound.

It could be infected. Maddy rested her cheek on top of Caleb’s head, pressing soft kisses on his messy hair. He needs to go to the doctor.

Caleb shook his head. "Noooo. I have to go to camp. Today’s color war. I’m the green captain."

Pride surged at the thought that his son was a captain, though he was surprised they still had color wars in camp. By now, he’d figured, they’d banned all competition and had color love day. He gently turned his son’s foot, checking for red streaks.

What do you think? Maddy asked.

Ben pressed his lips together and ran a finger along the unbroken skin next to Caleb’s cut.

"Ouch!" Tears trickled from Caleb’s eyes.

Maddy touched Caleb’s head again, as though his fever might have spiked in the last ten seconds. I don’t like how this looks. I’ll take him to the doctor. You drive Gracie to camp, she said.

Ben touched Caleb’s arm again. It was warm, too warm, but not hot. Can’t you drop her off on the way?

Triage opens at seven and I want to get him right in. Camp doesn’t start till eight forty-five.

Ben stood. Then take Gracie with you. My day is packed.

I’m scheduled back-to-back.

Maddy’s tit-for-tat tone chipped at his patience. Look, he said. I’m sorry, but I have a prep meeting before eight.

The younger children looked from him to Maddy and back. Emma left with a small puff of disgust.

What time is your case being heard? Maddy took a tissue and wiped Caleb’s nose, running from his tears.

Jesus. The negotiation just went on and on and on.

When? she asked again.

That’s not the point. I have to prepare. Take Gracie with you. Please. Why did she have to start on everything?

Can we talk in the hall for a second? Maddy lifted Caleb off her lap. Gracie, get some juice for your brother, okay? And could you read to him, sweetheart?

Ben knelt in front of his son and saw deep brown duplicates of his own eyes. You’ll be fine, cowboy, he said. Be a tough guy, okay?

Mommy? Gracie glanced at Ben before speaking. I can go to camp, right? I’m an assistant captain.

Maddy patted her shoulder. Don’t worry, honey. We’ll work it out. She didn’t even give Ben the courtesy of a glance before walking out.

Terrific. Snafu time again, folks. Situation normal, all fucked up. Welcome to another morning with the Illicas. Ben followed Maddy into their bedroom, where she yanked underwear and a bra from her dresser.

Ben, I can’t take her with me. The wait might be hours. She pulled a light-pink sundress from her closet. I can’t even take a shower.

What’s the big deal? Ben took off his robe and grabbed a pair of socks from the dresser. Gracie only needs a book to be happy.

Nothing in this house is a big deal to you, is it, Ben? Not like your cases, right? She went into their bathroom and banged the door shut.

Ben slammed his palm against the closed door. A kid’s future is up for grabs, he yelled over the running faucet.

The water stopped. Maddy burst out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a towel. My first client is a pregnant crack whore who’s already lost three children. Her kids will become your precious clients if something doesn’t change soon, so it actually begins here. With me. Nevertheless, I’m calling my office to reschedule. I’m just asking you to be one half hour late.

Why can’t someone watch her? he asked.

Maddy sat on the unmade bed, red sandals dangling from her right hand. It’s six thirty in the morning. Exactly who do we leave her with?

I’m not suggesting auctioning her off as a child bride, just leaving her with a neighbor. Ben grabbed a pressed shirt and riffled through the closet for a matching tie. Then he frowned at his own absurdity. Forget that idea. Stupid. I know.

Maddy brushed her hair with a few hard strokes and pulled it back into a large brown clip. Please, can’t you just drive her?

Ben heard her hesitation and knew he’d gained the edge. Not with a court date—I just can’t wait until camp starts.

Mom. Mommy. Gracie stood in the doorway, twisting the front of her oversized purple nightshirt. Ben could barely hear her words. I don’t have to go to camp.

Don’t worry, baby, Maddy said. We’ll get you there. Get dressed super fast, okay?

Gracie nodded. Do you want me to make breakfast cheese sandwiches to take?

His daughter’s false eagerness cleaved Ben in half.

That would be great. Maddy turned to him. Good luck today.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. Thank you.

She smiled too big for his small gesture.

Gracie raced over and hugged him hard around the waist. I love you. Good luck, Daddy, Gracie said.

I love you too, cupcake. Sorry I can’t drive you. He bent over and kissed her head, smelling the baby powder Gracie had taken to sprinkling all over herself.

That’s okay. I hope you win when you go to the court.

•  •  •

Ben smiled briefly at Mrs. Gilman as he walked to the garage, avoiding eye contact. If he let her catch him, she’d talk for ten minutes straight about everything from the trash the postal workers dropped when they cut through their street to her wishes that they could fence off the road completely.

Their hidden road, a private way behind busy Centre Street, was only fifteen minutes from downtown Boston, but if you never left their porch, you wouldn’t have a clue that they lived close to the heart of the city.

Their large house was barely in his salary range when they bought it before they married, but now it was worth more than four times what they paid. Maybe higher. Each year Jamaica Plain, which everyone called JP, became more desirable for being diverse and hip. In his estimation, when the new people moving in said diverse, it was code for living with people who were admirably different in skin or church while comfortably similar in bank accounts. You didn’t see them screaming to diversify their way into the housing projects half a mile away. He’d grown up here in JP and hated listening to residents of two years who knew exactly what they needed.

Before leaving, he used an old library card to scrape off the damn bird crap that ended up on his window every morning. He kept telling Maddy to pull up so he could get out from underneath the tree that seemed to be home to every sparrow in the city. Maddy called his car his mistress—and he laughed—but she couldn’t be further from the truth. Nobody would consider a V8 female. Not only was the car a guy, it reminded him of the kids he’d grown up with in Jamaica Plain, before JP became cool. His parents’ house was in Moss Hill, the rich part of the neighborhood, but Ben hung out near the not-affluent Monument. He still remembered the afternoon one of his friends’ brothers drove up with a brand-new 1985 Camaro IROC-Z and took them out on the expressway. Jesus. The ride felt closer to flying than driving.

Two years ago, when he came home with his own airborne car, he couldn’t predict whether Maddy would scream or smile. He hadn’t told her he planned to celebrate his promotion to senior attorney by buying his own flying Camaro, a 2010 SS V8. An entirely inappropriate car—one that didn’t safely fit the whole family—but damn it, he could fly from zero to sixty in less than five seconds. In thirteen seconds he’d be over 110 mph. None of which he told Maddy, instead passing the Camaro off as a friendly fun car. The kids will love it! Look at how magnificent! Imagine the two of us zooming to the Cape when the kids are with your parents!

He didn’t mention how those sexy looks, that long beveled hood, made the car drive a bit big, hardly perfect for twisty skinny roads, and forget checking over your shoulder or counting on the rearview mirror. Changing lanes was sometimes a point-and-go affair, but the Camaro had muscle.

He’d given Maddy his love-me-I’m-just-a-kid grin. A Jewish girl who grew up in leafy prosperous Brookline, surrounded by books and good intentions—how could she understand his Boston-boy romance with a car like this one?

When she’d smiled, he’d almost cried. What the hell, she’d said. Better to drive your midlife crisis than bed it.

His father’s old-world scowl appeared when he saw the Camaro. Known to all as the Judge—despite being retired, the appellation had become both familial and professional—he needed few words to show displeasure, but the Judge’s disapproval made Ben’s ride all the sweeter.

•  •  •

Ben sprinted up the last flight of stairs in the Public Defender’s building, opened the door marked Level 5, and headed toward his office, not the least bit winded. He’d bested his brother, Andrew, at their last three games of handball and intended to do the same come Friday. His office door was ajar. Elizabeth sat at his desk, hunched over a yellow legal pad, surrounded by files.

You said you were coming in early. She took off her tortoiseshell reading glasses and smiled.

Barely seven fifteen qualifies as early, I’d think, he said.

Elizabeth twisted her grin into mock disapproval, perhaps not completely put on—she was so young and sanctified by idealism. But you said you’d be here before seven. She pulled a thick orange file from under a pile of standard beige folders. Color-coding hot cases was but one of the many innovations she’d managed to foist on everyone. I got here at six.

And that’s why you’re the gem of this ocean in which we drown each day.

I’ve pulled together everything I thought we’d need.

He had to watch this one. Ben already found himself drawn to Elizabeth’s cool blondeness, and she seemed besotted by his power as senior trial counsel for the Boston Public Defender Division. Admiration could be as addictive as cocaine.

Unavoidable delay, he said. Problem at home.

Serious? Judging from her concerned expression, she expected an enormous story. Fire! Broken limbs! Ben wanted to construct the tale well—keep that sympathetic look going.

Caleb cut open his foot yesterday. It looked like hell this morning.

Elizabeth appeared confused, unimpressed even.

He needed to go to the doctor, and Gracie had to go to camp.

Their morning drama sounded weak. Exactly what had riled them so?

But we wrapped it up—all’s well in family world again. Ben waved his hand at Elizabeth as she started to rise—ready to return his rightful seat—gesturing for her to stay put. He settled in the worn leather guest chair he’d pulled from promotion to promotion since starting in the Public Defender’s office. Before that he’d tried to work with his father, but Benedikte Illica Sr. ran his law firm as though it were the Ottoman Empire. Room for only one ruler there.

Ben leaned back. The chair gave a satisfying creak, like pulling on his knuckles and getting the snap. Review what you have for me one more time, okay, Lissie?

Elizabeth mock-glared. She’d told him Lissie was infantilizing. He grinned.

Summary first? she asked, shuffling through her files.

Ben pushed back a hank of hair and scribbled haircut into a memory Post-it, along with a reminder to call the trophy store. He wanted to give Elizabeth an engraved plaque with a quote from Oliver Wendell Holmes for her twenty-third birthday: Young man, the secret of my success is that at an early age I discovered I was not God.

Maddy would say he needed that plaque far more than Elizabeth. Of course, Maddy would be more interested in knowing why he was planning presents for Elizabeth’s birthday. That’s why you had to rush into the office?

He’d given birthday presents to male interns, hadn’t he?

Right.

Sure you don’t want your seat back? Elizabeth balanced her legs on the open bottom drawer she’d pulled out to use as a footrest.

Ben held his hand up in a gesture of generosity and then pointed to the papers in her lap. Shoot.

Okay. Nutshell. What we have, and what they’ll say: Prosecution says B-bird, a.k.a. Barry Robinson, allegedly murdered Joseph Kelley last January. B-bird admits he was mad that the victim tried to pick up his girlfriend, but swears he didn’t kill him . . .

Ben laced his fingers behind his head, leaning back to make his stomach appear flatter. As Elizabeth read facts that he’d already memorized, he concentrated on the pleasure of judging her and her performance.

Finished, she folded her hands. Did I cover it?

B-bird’s girlfriend. What’s up with her?

She wasn’t at the scene. Elizabeth swung her legs off the desk drawer.

The girlfriend was the reason for the fight, right? Will she be on his side? Will we see her in court?

Elizabeth’s stricken face made Ben feel almost guilty. Almost. She had to learn. Don’t worry, he said. I spoke to her. She’ll be sitting right next to B-bird’s mama.

Sorry. I thought I had it covered.

Don’t be hard on yourself. It’s called learning.

Elizabeth wrung her hands, now more Oliver Twist waiting for gruel than Oliver Wendell Holmes. She gave a determined smile as she gathered her papers and then stood. Next time, I’ll ace it. Her hips strained her skirt as she stretched to place a folder in the wire basket on his desk.

Ben fought to keep from staring at her perfect backside. He’d better watch himself if he wanted to remain in the thirty percent bracket. Maddy reminded him on a regular basis, half joking, half not, that seventy percent of married men cheated. After fifteen years of marriage, they assured each other of their faithfulness in shorthand. She’d look at him and put seven fingers in the air. Ben answered

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