Moment to Moment

Moment to Moment

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Russ Ettinger didn't kow the name of the delicate woman he'd found gasping for breath by the side of the road, or why she'd disappeared while he was fetching his car. But he did know she aroused in him an overwhelming urge to love, cherish and protect.

Dana Madison didn't want protection. She'd gotten quite enough of that from her parents.

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Russ Ettinger didn't kow the name of the delicate woman he'd found gasping for breath by the side of the road, or why she'd disappeared while he was fetching his car. But he did know she aroused in him an overwhelming urge to love, cherish and protect.

Dana Madison didn't want protection. She'd gotten quite enough of that from her parents. What Dana wanted was to be loved as the strong, independent woman she'd become. She wondered if Russ, or anyone, could possibly do that.

Sample the delights that first won New York Times  bestselling author Barbara Delinsky her unique place as an extraordinary writer of women's lives.

Author Biography:

Barbara Delinsky is the bestselling author of more than sixty-five novels, including Shades of Grace, Together Alone, and For My Daughters. She lives in New England.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781568955803
Publisher:
Cengage Gale
Publication date:
07/28/1998
Pages:
235

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Moment to Moment


By Barbara Delinsky

Severn House Publishers

Copyright © 1999 Barbara Delinsky
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0727822802

Chapter One

She'd had far too many attacks in her life not to know what was happening. Staggering to a large rock by the side of the road, Dana fumbled with the zippered pocket of her Windbreaker, finally managing to extract the small inhalator she always carried. Exhaling as far as her laboring lungs would allow, she raised the mouthpiece, breathed in, and squeezed. Twice she repeated the procedure. Then, propped against the rock, she waited for the wheezing to ease.

Strangely, she was less worried about her lungs than she was about the cold. Having been running for twenty minutes, she'd built up a sweat that was well apt to chill her as she sat still. Her watch, its face narrowly framed between her Windbreaker cuff and the top of her wool gloves, told her it was nearly five. She looked up and around. Five o'clock and the roadway was dark. But then, it was the middle of winter. The days were shorter. It had been dusk when she'd left the house. As for the traffic, or more correctly the lack of it, could she expect otherwise on New Year's Day? The townsfolk would be in their homes, or in those of their neighbors or relatives, finishing off the last of their turkey dinners, if not already hooked by the endless string of football games the day offered.

Not Dana Madison. She'd had enough. Four hours at her parents' house had drawn her patience to its limits.

It had started when she'd first stepped foot inside the door carrying a sweet potato and apple casserole. Her mother had glared at it, appalled. "Why did you do this, Dana? I thought I told you not to worry, that I'd take care of everything."

"It's just a casserole, Mother. I may have spent all of half an hour making it."

"Half an hour when you could have been resting," the older woman chided her gently. "You shouldn't have done it."

Dana had gritted her teeth then, for the first of many times that afternoon. "Well, it's done. Will you take it?"

For an instant she'd half wondered if her offering would be refused. But while her mother was grossly overprotective, she was neither rude nor insensitive. "Of course, dear," she'd said, taking the casserole. "Now, you go sit in the living room and relax. I'll call your father in from the yard. Max and the others will be here any minute."

"Let me give you a hand in the kitch--"

"No, no. You sit." The pointing finger was one Dana knew well. It had been a major reason she'd finally moved out of her parents' house nearly four years before. In her private scheme of things, there were too many better out-lets for her energy than arguing with that finger.

And so she had sunk into the living room chair in which it seemed she'd spent half of her childhood. Within minutes her father had appeared at the door, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

"Dana! Hi, sweetheart!" He'd burst into a smile and had covered the space to the armchair in which Dana was ensconced before she'd even been able to uncross her legs. Leaning down, he kissed her warmly. "How are you? Feeling all right?"

His stance was unsettling. With his hands propped on the arms of her chair, he was her jailor. She couldn't move. Suppressing an urge to scream, she'd managed to force a smile. 'I'm fine, Dad.' She glanced at the towel he'd slung over one shoulder and attempted to change the subject. "You've been cutting wood?"

"Greasing the chain saw," he'd responded absently. His attention was elsewhere. "You look too thin."

"I look fine."

"Have you lost more weight?"

"Dad, I was chubby before. I'm in far better shape without those extra fifteen pounds.

"You were in good shape before."

She'd sighed. It could have been a replay of a tape made the week before, on Christmas Day. What her father-what her parents-thought of her weight, her health, her job, her running, was irrelevant. Her life was her own now. She knew that.

"Look, let's not argue," she'd pleaded softly. Despite the strides she'd made in the last few years, arguing remained against her nature. "It's the holiday. I'm here. I feel wonderful. And, for the first time in my life, I'm proud of the way I look. Now"--she cocked a mocking brow--"are you going to be pleasant ... or am I going to get up and sprint five times around the house?"

"You're still running? Dana, I thought we told you-"

She'd sobered then. "Dad! I'm a grown woman. It's my life!"

If the firmness of her tone had momentarily put him down, it didn't keep him down long. When her brother, Max, arrived with his wife and three children, her father brought up the issue of weight again, soliciting Max's support in a futile bid to bring Dana to her senses. When their neighbors, the Holtzmans, arrived and dared to compliment her on how lovely she looked, Dana suspected her father would have liked to turn them out there and then.

And it went on through dinner, not only from her father, but from her mother and Max and Max's wife as well. If it wasn't, "Is that all you're having, Dana? Here, have a little more. It's good for you," it was "No, Dana, don't get up. Alexis will help me clear, won't you, Alexis?" Or "Jimmy, don't hang on Aunt Dana like that. It's a strain on her."

Dana calmly overlooked the fact that her wineglass was filled only halfway, and even then not replenished when her father made second rounds with the bottle. She patiently ignored the slow study of her undertaken by each of her parents in turn, then the concerned glances they exchanged. But when her mother launched into a repeat of "Are you sure you're feeling all right? You look a little pale," she could bear no more.

Continues...


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Meet the Author

Barbara Delinsky, a lifelong New Englander, was a sociologist and photographer before she began to write. There are more than 30 million copies of her books in print.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Newton, Massachusetts
Date of Birth:
August 9, 1945
Place of Birth:
Boston, Massachusetts
Education:
B.A. in Psychology, Tufts University, 1967; M.A. in Sociology, Boston College, 1969

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Moment to Moment 2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A little too saccharin at times, but a cute story of determination.
HinRSF More than 1 year ago
I usually love this author's books & think that this must be one of her earlier books. The hero actually worried me. I could easily see his early jealousies & possessiveness turning into the type of boyfriend - husband we read about in the crime pages. I had to quit this book as this guy disturbed me so much. Sorry Ms. Delinsky - you have done much better!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
It was an easy read. It was lacking in the 'character' department. They spoke the same way. They acted the same way. It's kind of a boring world. But still fun to read, passes the time nicely...