Doesn't She Look Natural?

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How do you cope when God asks you to bury a dream? In this new series by best-selling author Angela Hunt, readers will meet Jennifer Graham, the no-nonsense chief of staff for a Virginia senator who quits her job after a divorce and finds herself an unemployed single mom. Forced to live with her mother until she can find work on Capitol Hill that does not involve her gregarious ex-husband, her efforts are stymied until she learns that she has inherited a funeral home in picturesque Mt. Dora. Jennifer journeys to ...
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How do you cope when God asks you to bury a dream? In this new series by best-selling author Angela Hunt, readers will meet Jennifer Graham, the no-nonsense chief of staff for a Virginia senator who quits her job after a divorce and finds herself an unemployed single mom. Forced to live with her mother until she can find work on Capitol Hill that does not involve her gregarious ex-husband, her efforts are stymied until she learns that she has inherited a funeral home in picturesque Mt. Dora. Jennifer journeys to the small Florida town with her two sons and her mother, never dreaming that within a mortuary she will discover she has inherited a rewarding career that teaches her far more about life than death.

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When Jennifer Graham learns she has inherited real estate in Florida, she never imagines it is a funeral home, especially one in need of so much repair. Thomas, Jennifer's husband, recently left her for their nanny, and she is at a crossroads in her life. A newly single parent with two boys, she sets off to settle her uncle's estate and sell the Fairlawn Funeral Home, but things don't go so smoothly, and Jennifer may find that this new life God has thrust upon her may be the answer to her prayers. Award winner Hunt's latest book (after The Elevator) is a topnotch inspirational tale that maintains a lighthearted touch. Anyone who has had to rebuild a life after an unexpected loss will appreciate the honesty of Hunt's characters and uplifting plot. Highly recommended for CF and women's fiction collections.


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  • ISBN-13: 9781414326054
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/7/2008
  • Series: Fairlawn Series , #1
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

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Doesn't She Look Natural?


By Angela Hunt

TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2007 Angela Elwell Hunt
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-1169-2


Chapter One

A grieving woman, I've decided, is like a crème brûlée: she begins in a liquid state, endures a period of searing heat, and eventually develops a scablike crust.

By the time we sell the house I am pretty much crusted over, so I'm honestly surprised when the real estate agent slides a check toward me and tears blur my vision.

Ms. Nichols doesn't seem to notice my streaming eyes. "That's a tidy little profit, even if it is only half the proceeds," she says, eyeing the bank draft as if she can't bear to let it slip away. "If you're in the market for another property-"

"I'm sure we'll be renting for a while." I lower my gaze lest she read the rest of the story in my tight expression: This money is all we have.

Apparently oblivious to the rough edges in my voice, the Realtor babbles on. "Our agents also handle rental properties. If you're interested, I have a nice listing inside the Beltway-"

"Anything I could afford near the District wouldn't be big enough for me and my boys."

Ms. Nichols frowns, probably wondering how a woman who's just been handed forty thousand dollars could be so miserly; then she shrugs. "I'm in the yellowpages if you want to take a look. I'm here to serve." She stands and thrusts her hand into the space above the desk. "A pleasure to work with you, Mrs. Graham."

I stifle a grimace. Do I still have the right to be called Mrs.? The title fits about as well as my wedding band, now two sizes too big and consigned to a box at the bottom of my underwear drawer. Stress has whittled flesh from my fingers and added years to my face. My boys haven't noticed, but my mother certainly has. Before we turn out the lights tonight, I can count on a lecture ranging from "Why You Shouldn't Have Married that Louse" to "What Will Become of My Poor Grandsons without a Father to Play Ball with Them?"

I can't deny the truth any longer. I am now not only divorced but homeless as well.

Good thing I've developed that crust.

I stand and accept the real estate agent's outstretched hand. "If the new owners have any questions, they can reach me at my mother's house. We'll be there until we find a place to rent."

Ms. Nichols laughs. "Oh, we don't encourage interaction with buyers after the sale. If one of their pipes bursts next week, you don't want to be around. Walk away and don't look back-that's the best thing for everyone."

Easier said than done. I give the woman a stiff smile and leave the office. I'd love to stride into the future without looking back, but it's not easy to ride away from sixteen years of marriage without at least glancing in the rearview mirror.

I reach the van and catch my reflection in the driver's window. At this point some women might be tempted to throw themselves a pity party, but I'm not in the mood for pity or parties. I'm ticked at my husband for forcing us to sell our house, and I'm tired of living at my mother's.

To be completely honest, I'm feeling a little irritated with God. Why did he endow perfectly nice men with hormones that create an insatiable yearning for sports cars and nymphets about the time they spy their first gray hair?

I meet my mirrored gaze and order up a lecture in the same no- nonsense vein I'd use with one of my boys: "Look forward, not back. You'll find someplace to live; you'll find another job. Thomas will get through this midlife crisis and come back to his senses. Until he does, you can depend on your mother."

Oh yeah, I've come a long way, baby-from chief of staff for a respected U.S. senator to a woman who goes around talking to her reflection.

I lift my chin, unlock the door, and toss the check for forty thou- sand into my aging minivan.

* * *

My youngest, Bradley "Bugs" Graham, is playing fetch with our Jack Russell terrier when I pull into the driveway. My son turns his head long enough to recognize the minivan; then he plops his fanny onto the front porch step, props his elbows on his blue-jeaned knees, and plants his round cheeks in his hands. Even at five, he knows that little-boy-dejected pose is guaranteed to wring my heart.

Bugs doesn't budge as I shut off the engine and step out of the van, though I do catch him shooting a curious glance in my direction. As I walk toward him, though, his gaze remains fixed on the brick step under his feet. Skeeter pops out from beneath a bush and scampers to greet me, his favorite red ball in his mouth.

I take the spit-slimed ball, give it a toss, and look at my son as the dog darts away. "Hey, kiddo." My purse slides from my shoulder as I stoop to his level. "Got a hug for your mama?"

His blue eyes roll toward his coppery bangs, but he doesn't move.

"Something wrong?"

He nods, so intent upon maintaining his hands-on-cheeks posture that his elbows rise from his knees with each up-and-down motion.

I sink to the step. We sit together, two melancholy souls staring at the yawning emptiness of the sky. A pair of birds flies by-ducks or something-and I wonder if they've mated for life.

"The redheads are in there." Bugs's voice startles me.

"The redheads?"

"You know, those ladies. They're all actin' silly."

His meaning eludes me until I remember why the street is glutted with cars-my mother is hosting a meeting of the Fairfax chapter of the Red Hat Society, a group of over-fifty ladies who vow to have fun in their golden years. I've never actually witnessed what they call a get-together, but I've seen Mom gussied up in her red hat and purple feather boa.

And she thought my teen years were bizarre.

I'm sure the Hatters inside are lovely women, but right now I'm not in the mood to face a faction of females who are bound to be curious about why my kids and I have moved in with Mom.

Skeeter rushes off to chase a squirrel as I slip my arm around my son's narrow shoulders. "Are the Red Hats in the living room?"

He nods.

"Then we'll go in through the kitchen, okay?"

Like cat burglars we sneak into the garage and creep down the narrow aisle between a wall of storage boxes and the side of my mother's Buick. When we reach the door that leads to the kitchen, I turn and press my index finger to my lips. Bugs's eyes are shining, and I'm so grateful for this evidence of happiness that my voice wavers. "Ready, Fred?"

"Ready, Ted."

I open the door and slip into the kitchen. Bugs tiptoes behind me. The dining room table, visible over the kitchen bar to our right, bears the remains of finger sandwiches, cookies, and a variety of congealed salads.

When I turn to check on Bugs, I see that my coconspirator's eyes have drifted toward the delectable detritus. "Hungry?"

He presses his lips together as his gaze lingers on a mound of sau- sage balls.

"Tell you what, kiddo-I'll cover you if you want to sneak in there and grab a couple of goodies."

I understand why he hesitates. Mother's friends seem to think the good Lord dropped me and my kids at her house so she can enjoy unlimited time with her grandchildren and they can sneak hugs and kisses.

Bugs focuses on me. "I'll be quick."

"Okay, sport. Make a run for it."

He's off with a squeak of his sneakers, but the laughing ladies in the living room don't seem to hear this evidence of our trespassing.

After a moment, my mother's voice commands their attention. "Do you agree to handle growing more mature with humor and to take your silliness seriously?"

Someone giggles in answer.

"In the spirit of friendship and sisterhood, do you join your Red-Hatted sisters as we sassily go forth, bonded affectionately by the common thread of 'been there, done that,' and with real enthusiasm for whatever comes next?"

A hushed voice: "I do."

"Do you promise to learn to spit and not be afraid to sit on the sidewalk if you get tired?"

"I do."

"Do you pledge to never, ever wear nylons with open-toed sandals?"

"I do."

"Then place your right hand on your hat and repeat after me. I do lightheartedly swear on my hat to do my best to uphold the spirit of the Red Hat Society. This I pledge with a Red Hattitude...."

Alarmed that Bugs might have accidentally violated the sanctity of the initiation ceremony, I peek over the kitchen bar. My son's pockets are bulging, presumably with sausage balls, and he's heading for a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

"Bugs!" I whisper as loud as I dare. "You'd better hurry!"

He grabs a cookie, takes a bite, and stuffs the eclipsed remainder in his shirt pocket. He's eyeing a bowl of red M&M'S when the relative calm of the living room erupts into a babble of voices.

I hiss a command to my offspring. "Move it, boy!" Like the hero of every B movie, Bugs reaches for one treasure too many. His fingers have just invaded the crystal candy bowl when the tide turns and the sea of Red Hatters swells toward the dining room.

Mother sings out above the bedlam, "Bugs Graham! You'll spoil your appetite-"

But a crush of swirling compliments drowns out her reproach.

"What an adorable child!"

"Let the boy eat what he wants."

"Oh, you sweet darling! Come give me some sugar."

I gesture to Bugs, but he's caught in the riptide.

One woman pinches his face while another bends and wraps her arms around him. My little eel squirms, though, so when the latter Red Hatter attempts to kiss his cheek, her lips smack his ear instead.

Too late, I realize that I am also exposed to Mother's guests. I paste on a polite smile as the ladies approach with open arms and cries of welcome.

"Jennifer, sweetheart, how are you doing?"

"Your little boy is such a delight. You also have a daughter, right?"

I extend my hand to Bugs, who is threading his way through the milling Hatters. "No, ma'am, I have another son."

"So sorry to hear about your trouble. But I know Queen Snippy loves having you here."

I blink. "Who?"

"Her Royal Highness. Your mother."

How could I forget? The Hatters bestow royal names on one another, and my mom rules this particular chapter with a red velvet glove.

"We're enjoying the queen's hospitality," I say, addressing as many Hatters as I can. "But if you all will excuse me, I think my little boy could use an appointment with the royal bathtub."

I smile and pull Bugs toward the hallway, and at one point I glimpse the queen smiling by the front door. Because she's wearing her hostess face, I doubt any of her guests know how hard these last few days have been for her ... for all of us.

Mother loves me and my kids, but she's not accustomed to having two young boys and a spring-loaded terrier underfoot. And as grateful as I am for her support, I don't want her to spend her slender retirement income on us. Neither do I want her to become a full-time babysitter.

"If you ladies will excuse me ..." I tighten my grip on Bugs's hand and push him out of the kitchen. Skeeter, who has let himself in through the doggy door, dances at my son's side.

When we enter the quiet hallway that leads to the bedrooms, Bugs grins up at me. "We got busted!"

"And whose fault was that? You didn't have to take some of everything on the table." I sigh as some still-functioning part of my brain raises a mandatory maternal warning. "You shouldn't eat so many sweets before dinner. You'll ruin your appetite."

"I won't."

"You will. And you need a bath."

"Can't I wait until after dinner?"

I lean against the wall and close my eyes. It'd be so easy to give in-seems like the thing I do best these days is surrender to the men in my life.

I look down at him. "All right, but you have to wash your hands before you eat those snacks. And you head into the tub first thing after dinner without arguing. Okay?"

"'Kay."

Bugs and Skeeter scamper away and turn into the first doorway on the right-Mother's sewing room, now serving as a bedroom for Bugs and Clay. Since quiet reigns in this hallway, I know Clay is either shooting hoops at the park or riding his bike. At thirteen, he's smart enough to leave as soon as he spots a red hat.

I grip my purse and trudge toward Mother's guest room. The flowered, lace-trimmed bedspread isn't my taste nor are the decoupage doilies on the walls. Mom said I could hang some of my pictures, but as long as I don't unpack our furnishings, I can believe this situation is only temporary.

I sink to the edge of the bed and kick off my shoes, then pull my purse toward me. The real estate agent's check now lies in the fold of my wallet, so I take it out and stare at the number in the box: forty thousand dollars.

I can't help feeling like a contestant on some kind of cheesy game show. If offered the choice of a luxury car, the down payment on a town house, or a year in a nice apartment complex, which should I choose? All three are decent prizes, but none of them come with a guarantee.

A cackle creeps down the hall and slides beneath my closed door; one of the Red Hatters is chortling her way into the hallway bathroom. I close my eyes against the sound and topple sideways onto my pillow.

I need a relaxing hour in the tub, but I don't dare commandeer the bathroom until the last Hatter has gathered her leftovers and gone. I need a good soak and a good night's sleep, because tomorrow I have to get up, get dressed, and go out to look for a job. Again.

Finding new employment would be easier if I hadn't been married to Captain Gregarious. Thomas, a legislative assistant for Virginia's other senator, is known and liked by almost everyone on Capitol Hill. The notion of hiring his ex-wife is proving to be about as popular as New Coke.

While I'm out suffering through perfunctory interviews, the boys and Skeeter will stay with Mom. Though she insists she doesn't mind watching them this summer, I know better. Clay is at that awkward age, and Bugs's dramatics would try the patience of a plow horse. Mom loves my little guys, but she hasn't been a full-time parent since I left home more than twenty years ago. Come to think of it, I haven't been a full-time mom since I came off maternity leave after Bugs was born.

I snort at the irony: if I hadn't been so particular as I screened potential nannies, my family might still be complete.

My thoughts keep whirling as my body relaxes into numbness. By the time I'm fifty, my boys will be sixteen and twenty-four. Old enough to have survived whatever trauma their father and I have inflicted upon them. Old enough, I hope, to forgive us our mistakes.

Maybe by then I'll be able to put on a red hat and take my silliness seriously.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2008

    Inspiring... Angela does it again!

    This is the second of Angela Hunt's books I've read. Her books are set in Central Florida, which is where I live. It is like reading about home and family. Actually I moved to Florida very unadvisedly and found Jen to be inspiring in the way she came to handle her new hometown. It took me longer, but I experienced many of the same emotions described. This book helped me look at my own situation from a different angle.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2008

    A book with take away value

    My nephew and his wife lived in a funeral home for the first few years of their marriage. His wife worked at the home during the day and they were 'on call' during the evening hours. So I found the setting intriguing. Angela keep me spell bound through all the challenging relationships Jen has with her ex-husband, her mother, her two sons, and most important, her relationship with God. This is the second 'Angela Hunt' novel I've read, but it won't be my last.

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    Imagine sharing your house with dead people

    This was one of the most interesting concepts I had heard for a book. A story set in a funeral home? Two things came to mind: 'My Girl' and every horror movie about dead people. Luckily this book was more the former than the latter. Jennifer was definitely more braver than I ever would be about living in a funeral home. Not that I have anything against the dead, but sharing my living space with them is not an ideal situation. I also love the cover for this book. It's very unique and really catches your eye. I think it's a book that you can't help but notice on the shelf because of the cover. It looks whimsical and chick lit-like but the story is more intense and serious. Many Christian novels do not portray those who are divorced in a positive light. It seems that the thinking of 'forgive and forget' is still prevalent in a lot of people. Never mind that people were unfaithful or abusive, wives especially seem to be shown as being the one at fault. So it was refreshing in this story to see that the main character is divorced but not because she wants it. The novel is also written uniquely: both in first person from Jennifer's POV and from the other character's viewpoints as well. That way you could see things from everyone's perspective. The ending of this story is very shocking and really affects the reader as well as the characters. The characters are very memorable, each with their own quirks that will captivate the reader. This story is typical Angela Hunt: wonderfully written, a unique storyline and a message that will have an effect on you long after you finish the book. I am looking forward to reading the next book in the series. Until then, I shall continue to ponder over what I learned from this book. Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2007

    'Doesn't She Look Natural' by Angela Hunt

    I loved this book. I had to get past the whole concept which was easy the moment I started reading the book. I did not want to put it down. My emotions were involved. I understand more now about funeral homes and dying. The ending has several unexpected twists. I wanted to cry towards the end because I was feeling what the characters were feeling. Angela Hunt is truly a versatile author who has a great talent. Expect the Unexpected is her motto for her books. It is def. true in a great way. The characters are well developed and the concept unique. I highly recommend this book. I look forward to reading the next book in the trilogy.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    amusing inspirational tale

    Jennifer Graham once tasted power as the chief of staff to a US senator. However, during a nasty divorce, she was forced to resign her position as she became a liability to her employer. Jennifer obtained custody of their two children but is forced to live with her mom to keep expenses down while she seeks employment. Soon afterward, Jennifer inherits Fairlawn funeral home in Florida. Her plan is to visit Fairlawn in order to sell it as soon as possible so that she can try to return to behind the scenes of power in Washington DC. However, the best laid plans of mice, men and Jennifer Graham often go astray. --- This is an amusing inspirational tale as Jennifer feels like a fish out of water in Florida while the kids feel at home even in the funeral home. The story line is character driven by Jennifer as she tries to balance what her kids need with her desires and aspirations. Although rotating between the first (mostly from Jennifer) and third person can feel disjointed, fans will enjoy the DC big shot used to hiding the bodies now dressing up the bodies (sort of a reverse Karl Rove). --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted April 4, 2012

    This story of a divorced mother of two boys. Of women who never

    This story of a divorced mother of two boys. Of women who never stopped loving her husbands and held out a hope of him reconciliation and forgiveness. Of a mother who did not want her daughter to repeat her own mistakes.

    The book is written to expose our rationalizations & internalizations. It brings up the challenges that we might have in facing certain issues and with trusting God. If you're not fan of knowing what makes people tick and their thought process, this book is not for you.

    However I could not put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2008

    You Live Where?

    Imagine being told 'a funeral home'. Jennifer inherits the place and is forced to make a move after her bitter divorce. Angela Hunt does it again in this delightful story. Definitely a good book to read.

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