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America's heartland at the end of World War I: The flags have stopped waving and the soldiers are home, but for Rachel Watkins, the armistice has brought anything but peace. Day by day, she struggles to run her family's Minnesota boardinghouse, raise her defiant young niece, and keep her family together in the face of shattering tragedy. She can't trust anyone, for the most powerful man in town is using unscrupulous means to take her property. But now a shell-shocked stranger takes refuge with the Watkins family ...

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America's heartland at the end of World War I: The flags have stopped waving and the soldiers are home, but for Rachel Watkins, the armistice has brought anything but peace. Day by day, she struggles to run her family's Minnesota boardinghouse, raise her defiant young niece, and keep her family together in the face of shattering tragedy. She can't trust anyone, for the most powerful man in town is using unscrupulous means to take her property. But now a shell-shocked stranger takes refuge with the Watkins family as he tries to heal and salvage what he can from his once-privileged life. When her enemies seize a devastating chance, Rachel and this mysterious loner will risk everything to believe in each other . . . and claim the dreams they'll never surrender.

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Editorial Reviews

Janet Dailey
"There is nothing better than Dorothy Garlock at her best."
New York Times bestselling author Sandra Brown
"There is nothing better than Dorothy Garlock at her best."
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"There is nothing better than Dorothy Garlock at her best."—Janet Dailey

"There is nothing better than Dorothy Garlock at her best."—Sandra Brown, New York Times bestselling author

Publishers Weekly
The prolific Garlock (The Moon Looked Down) returns to a familiar setting—a smalltown boarding house run by a struggling young woman—in her true-to-form latest. In Carlson, Minn., circa 1926, Rachel Watkins ekes out a living overseeing an inn owned by her mother and her likable drunk uncle. She's also a part-time midwife, just as her mother was before Rachel's sister, Alice, died while giving birth to her daughter, Charlotte. Eight years have passed since Mason Tucker, Alice's husband, was presumed dead in WWI, and now Mason's greedy brother, Zachary, wants to force Rachel's family to sell the boarding house. But when Charlotte discovers a shell-shocked hobo with a familiar voice living in a decrepit cabin nearby, she begins to think that he's Mason. As Rachel and her family try to outwit Zachary, love blooms in heartwarming, predictable Garlock fashion. If you've read Garlock before, you'll know what to expect. (Apr.)
Library Journal
In the aftermath of World War I, and with the tragic deaths of both her sister in childbirth and her brother-in-law in the war, it's all Rachel Watkins can do to raise her eight-year-old niece, Charlotte, care for the rest of her relatives, and run the family boardinghouse. But when Charlotte discovers a delirious drifter hiding in a shack, Rachel agrees to take him in, suspecting that he just might be Mason Tucker, her supposedly dead brother-in-law. A greedy banker and a lecherous boarder add to the mix in this poignant, engrossing story of life, death, and second chances that pits strong characters against tremendous odds and lets them win. VERDICT Well written and swiftly paced, this story brings to life a time period that is seldom-used in romance. A touching read for most popular fiction collections. Iowa-based Garlock (The Moon Looked Down) is noted for her realistic yet romantic family-centered stories set during the first half of the 20th century.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446540186
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 12/1/2010
  • Series: Tucker Family Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 486,555
  • Product dimensions: 6.90 (w) x 11.70 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Dorothy Garlock is the author of over 50 novels that have sold over 15 million copies and are published in 15 languages. She lives in Iowa.

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First Chapter

Stay a Little Longer

By Garlock, Dorothy

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2010 Garlock, Dorothy
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446540209

Chapter One

Carlson, Minnesota—October 1926

RACHEL WATKINS wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand while absently moving a strand of her coal-black hair from her green-flecked brown eyes. Though the early October day carried the crisp chill of autumn, the inside of Will and Clara Wicker’s small home blazed as if it were the hottest day of July; water boiled in a cast-iron pot on top of the wood-burning stove and candles flickered in every corner, their meager light sending faint shadows dancing across the walls.

“Oh, Rachel… it hurts…”

Clara Wicker lay on her back in the bed, one thin-boned hand spread across her enormous pregnant belly. All of the color had drained from her thin face except for the dark purple circles under her eyes and her bitten, red lips. Her blonde hair, slick with sweat, was drawn back from her face. Beads of moisture stood out on her forehead. Her eyes were closed tightly and her breathing was shallow. Not particularly pretty, Clara’s face was now a mask of agony.

“It’s to be expected,” Rachel comforted her.

“Ohhh!” Clara answered, her cry almost a moan.

“It’ll be over soon.”

Gently, Rachel wiped the sweat from Clara’s pain chiseled face. Looking around her, she took inventory of all that she would need to bring the young woman’s first child into the world; the extra sheets that had been prepared for the birthing, a nightdress, towels, clean rags, and a dented bucket for water. Everything was as ready as it could be.

“You sure you know what you’re doin’…’bout birthin’ and all?” Will Wicker asked from where he meekly stood at the head of his wife’s bed, his voice little louder than a whisper. He nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the next, his small, dark eyes flickering back and forth from Clara to Rachel, never lingering for long. His filthy fingers, the fingernails caked with dirt, twitched uneasily as he rubbed one thin hand over the stubble of his bony jaw. His clothes hung loosely on his small frame, just as sweaty and soiled as the body they covered.

How did Clara allow this man to lie between her legs?

“I do,” Rachel answered simply.

“Wouldn’t it be better if your mother was here?” Will followed.

“I’ve already told you that she couldn’t make it.”

“But don’t you think… that…” he stammered. “You know… given that…”

“There isn’t time for this.” Rachel took a deep breath, trying to settle her growing dislike for the man. From the moment she’d been summoned to the Wickers’ ramshackle house at the far outskirts of town, she’d hoped that Will would simply accept that she was every bit as capable as Eliza Watkins of bringing a newborn child into the world. Instead, he’d eyed her warily from the moment she’d set foot in his home, as if she had come to harm instead of help. So far, he had contented himself with a few derogatory comments. She hoped that was the way it would remain.

“I’ll need you to bring me the water when it’s time,” she told him.

“Don’t worry ’bout me none,” he answered. “Ain’t no—”

Before Will could say another word, Clara moaned in pain as blood-tinged water gushed from between her legs and formed a puddle around her feet on the mattress.

Sensing Clara’s panic, Rachel did her best to settle the pregnant woman. “Don’t worry about the water,” she said calmly. “We’ve got plenty of rags and oilskins to keep things dry. This happens to every woman when giving birth to her child.” Covering Clara with another clean sheet, she grabbed a pair of rags and tucked them between the woman’s legs to catch the remaining fluid.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” Clara struggled to say.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” Rachel said with a soft smile.

At a sudden rustling behind her, Rachel turned to find that Will had moved from the head of the bed and quickly shuffled over to the ramshackle home’s lone window, as far away from his wife as he could get without going outside. The look on his face was one of utter revulsion and horror. Clearly, the sight of Clara’s body preparing to give birth, readying itself to finish what had begun when Will had planted his seed inside her nine months earlier, had completely unsettled him.

“That there… that there…” he stuttered, “ain’t… ain’t right!”

“Will… Will… don’t…” Clara struggled to say through the vicious waves of pain that washed over her, one shaking hand stretched toward her husband, desperately urging him to return to her side.

“I can’t, Clara,” he answered with a shake of his head. “I just can’t.”

A small cry escaped Clara’s lips and the hand that she had offered to her husband was withdrawn, instead clenching into a tight fist that she pounded heavily on the mattress. Her head swung from side to side as she rode out a spasm that hurt so much her eyes, though still open, couldn’t seem to focus on either of the faces around her.

“Help her!” Will shouted at Rachel.

“I’m doing all that I can,” she answered as calmly as she could.

“Maybe Doc Clark is back,” the man kept on. “Maybe he can do this!”

Clarence Clark was Carlson’s new doctor, having recently arrived from the state college. For many years, the town simply made do without a full-time physician, relying instead on the folk knowledge that had been brought from the Old World, mostly a mixture of Norwegian and German home remedies. Though Dr. Clark was a young man in his early thirties, he had proven to be an excellent caregiver and was well respected. If not for an emergency in his wife’s family that had taken him from town, he would have been where Rachel now sat.

“We don’t need Dr. Clark’s help,” Rachel said, her eyes never leaving Clara.

“Then we should get your mother,” he insisted. “She’ll know what to do!”

“She can’t help us,” Rachel answered curtly.

“But she’d know—”

“We don’t need her!”

Though Rachel had remained calm through Will Wicker’s suggestion that she needed Clarence Clark’s help, she bristled at the insinuation her mother was more capable than she. Before the doctor’s arrival, Eliza Watkins had been the midwife for the birth of nearly every child in Carlson. Her opinion had been sought for every sort of illness or condition, even those outside of childbirth. But then Mason Tucker had gone off to war…

And everything had changed!

Nowadays, Eliza Watkins almost never left her room in the house she owned with her brother, Otis. She contented herself with fretting incessantly about those unfortunate enough to get too close, working herself into fits of worry. She agonized over the slightest sign of a cold, the hidden danger of a flight of stairs, or the tiniest of cuts. To combat these imaginary threats, she hid herself away. Even now, in Dr. Clark’s absence, she couldn’t bring herself to help. Instead, the burden once again fell to Rachel.

As a child, Rachel had never been her mother’s favorite; that honor had always belonged to her older sister, Alice. Where Alice had been fawned over, eagerly encouraged to follow her dreams, Rachel had forever been second fiddle. When she’d been told what to do, there was no other expectation than for her to agree. Thankfully for the Wickers, she’d watched her mother deliver babies so many times that there was little that could surprise her. They were in safe hands. In the end, it seemed that everyone now depended upon her.

Her mother, her uncle Otis… and especially Charlotte.

“Look at me, Clara,” Rachel encouraged.

Hesitantly, the pregnant woman’s eyes fluttered open and stared into Rachel’s face, not seeing her, but using her voice as a point on which to focus her mind while her muscles knotted and pulled. Her voice cracking, she answered, “It… it hurts, Will… Rachel…”

“It won’t be long, Clara,” Rachel soothed.

“Is she supposed to be hurtin’ like this?” Will asked from the far corner, his voice finally returning after Rachel’s rebuke. He looked at them over his shoulder, as if he couldn’t bear to bring his full attention toward the bloody, unsettling sight. “It don’t seem right.”

“Take one of these rags,” Rachel told him, holding a swatch of cloth out for him, “and dip it into the water bucket, then use it to wipe the sweat from her brow.”

“I—I can’t,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Stop asking questions and complaining about things you know nothing about. Clara and I need you to do this one simple thing,” Rachel commanded, the fire in her heart momentarily bubbling to the surface. “We need to make her as comfortable as we can. Whining about how this looks isn’t going to do her any good.”

“I’m not whining,” Will countered, succeeding only in reinforcing Rachel’s accusation. Still, his resolve to stay away from his wife’s side wavered. Slowly he made his way to where Rachel knelt, snatched the rag from her hand, and clumsily dunked it into the bucket. Making his way to the bed, he began absently to wipe it across Clara’s blazing forehead.

“Just try to keep her cool,” Rachel furthered.

“I’m here, Clara,” Will softly reassured his wife.

“Oh, Will!” she exclaimed before another pain came and went as rivulets of water ran down her red cheeks.

“It won’t be long now, Clara,” Rachel said confidently. From her experience at her mother’s side, she could see that the Wickers’ new child would soon make his or her entry into the world. “If you need to holler right out and loud, don’t you hold yourself back. Even if they hear you over in Cloverfield, you just rear back and shout. Take hold of the sheets and push when I tell you to. That’s a good girl…”

Clara’s body shook as agonizing contractions washed over her, leaving her with little control of her mind or her body. Her shouts rose in intensity, filling every space of the small home. Still, she did as Rachel told her, pushing her small body to expel its burden.

“Clara! It’s coming!” Rachel shouted from the end of the bed. “I can see the top of its head!”

The pregnant woman’s eyes opened wide. “Will!” she screamed.

“I’m here, darlin’,” Will answered, his eyes searching his wife’s face, his unease nearly completely forgotten. “You just keep pushin’… let it come. Don’t hold yourself back from the hurtin’.”

“Listen to him!” Rachel added.

Just as her mother had taught her many years before, Rachel let a sense of calmness wash over her; this was a time that required both a steady heart and hand. Everything about the birth of Clara Wicker’s baby seemed normal, but any delivery could go wrong in an instant. Still, she knew that she would do anything in her power to make sure nothing happened to either mother or child. Placing the palm of her hand on the hardened mound of Clara’s abdomen, she waited for another contraction.

“Ohhh… oh, it hurts!” Clara bellowed as heavy pain assailed her.

“Push, Clara! Push!” Rachel urged.

Clara did what she was told and her child arrived. The head came free and then, a mere blink of the eyes later, the shoulders. Rachel waited for the final push, then gathered the baby to her. She reached for the linen string, tied two heavy knots on the umbilical cord, and cut between the knots to sever the cord. The baby was covered in birth blood. She grabbed a towel and cleaned the child frantically, pressed by the realization that something was wrong; the tiny chest was not moving, the eyes were sealed shut.

“Rachel… I don’t… I don’t hear anything,” Clara gasped.

“Is… is somethin’ wrong?” Will added.

Refusing to become distracted, Rachel gave no answer, her mind racing over her mother’s many lessons before alighting on the answer. Quickly, she hurried to the dented bucket of well water and plunged the newborn infant into the cold water up to its neck. She poked her finger into the child’s mouth when it gasped. “Breathe!” she whispered fervently. “Breathe!”

“What’s happenin’?” Will insisted, stepping away from his wife’s side.

“Stay back!” Rachel barked. She knew that there were people who depended on her to do the right thing, to take care of what was precious to them and keep it safe. Her entire adulthood had been spent doing just that. She wouldn’t fail now.

Suddenly the tiny chest heaved, and the little mouth opened and drew air into the lungs. The resulting scream was both fierce and tiny, but it sounded like the sweetest of church music to Rachel’s ears.

“It’s… it’s not dead or nothin’?” Will asked cautiously.

“No, by God!” Rachel laughed. “Listen to that scream!”

Crossing the room, Rachel placed the tiny bundle of flesh on a towel. She rubbed the baby briskly, moved its tiny arms and legs, then turned it over and rubbed its back until all of its skin had turned a healthy pink. He was both full and fit.

“You’ve got a beautiful baby boy,” she told the new parents.

“I’ve… I’ve got me a son?” Will asked.

Rachel nodded.

“Did you hear that, Clara?” he exclaimed, turning back to where his wife lay, utterly exhausted despite her beaming smile. “We got us a son! She said we done got us a son!”

“A son,” Clara echoed.

Rachel continued to work the baby’s tiny arms and legs, smiling happily when the little muscles responded. Little hands flayed the air, fingers fully outstretched. A cry of protest came from his mouth, and he opened large, beautiful blue eyes. Just as her mother had always told her, she knew that what she had witnessed was a living miracle.

Every child was just that… a miracle!

“Look at what we got there!” Will shouted from beside Rachel. Staring at his newborn son, his face lit up with a brightness she’d never seen before. “Just gander at them bright eyes! There ain’t a better-lookin’ boy that ever did come into this here world!”

“Let… let me see him,” Clara said.

Rachel held a blanket to the fire and warmed it. Wrapping the baby, she cuddled him against her and carried him to his waiting mother. Kneeling beside Clara, she placed the baby in her arms. Clara gazed upon her new son with as much amazement as love.

“Has… has he got everything?” she asked anxiously. Her fingertips lightly stroked the fuzz of dark hair.

“Yep! He’s got the right number! I counted!” Will exclaimed proudly as his eyes bounced from his wife to his son. “Ten fingers and ten toes to go along with ’em! Now all he needs hisself is to get a name.”

“I thought… we’d already decided,” Clara said. “You’d picked a name.”

“I did,” Will nodded. “If it’s all right with you.”

“It is.”

“Then his name is Walter.” Will beamed brightly. “After my father.”

Having never given birth to a child of her own, Rachel always marveled at how quickly women could recover from the ordeal of birth. After experiencing a pain the likes of which couldn’t be adequately described, their recovery was nothing short of remarkable. She found herself amazed that Clara could so much as raise her head to look at her child. The color had begun to come back into her face and her eyes seemed a bit livelier. She looked exhausted, worn out, but the pain had disappeared.

What she was witnessing was the beginning of a new life, not just for Walter Wicker but his parents as well. From this day forward, they would go on together, their lives entwined; father, mother, and son. This was a time of happiness and joy, of hopes and dreams, expectations and even fears. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Just like nothing was ever the same for me!

Rachel turned away from the Wickers as the shadow of a frown crossed her face. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking of what had happened eight years ago that very day. Memories of the day assaulted her from all sides. The entire time she had been inside the Wickers’ home, she had been fighting a constant battle against her remembrances, though it was clear that the parallels were too close to avoid.

She knew all too well that the birth of a child was not always an occasion for joyous celebration. Sometimes, the beginning of one life can signal the end of another. When such a thing happens, it’s up to the survivors to pick up the pieces, and that was what she’d been doing for the last eight years. Picking up the pieces.


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  • Posted May 4, 2011

    Huge Disappointment!

    After having read and enjoyed several of Garlock's other novels, I found this one to be very disappointing. It is shallow and contrived, and has a very weak and all-too-predictable story line. It wasn't even a good 'light read'!

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  • Posted April 16, 2010

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    fans will relish this terrific historical.

    In 1918 in Carlson, Minnesota, Alice Tucker gives birth to Charlotte with her sister Rachel Watkins as her midwife. Soon afterward Alice dies. Rachel knew she really died when her spouse Mason was killed in WWI; she loathes the dead man for deserting his wife.

    By 1926, Rachel is bone tired as the town's midwife, running her family's boardinghouse, caring for her drunk uncle and shell-shocked mom, and most important raising her niece, Charlotte. In a remote dilapidated cabin resides a scarred male. When Charlotte meets the sick man, she wants to help him. She persuades her Aunt Rachel to nurture him back to health. As he heals, he works as a handyman making repairs to the boardinghouse. Rachel and her grateful employee become friends as each appreciate the serenity the other brings. However, Mason's affluent unscrupulous brother Zachary the banker covets the Watkins' property and causes problems and ultimately a tragedy with his machinations, but also leads Rachel and the stranger to understand their relationship especially after the truth surfaces.

    With a great late twist, Stay a Little Longer is an emotional profound Americana tale that focuses on the aftermath of WWI several years after the Armistice in a small town in Minnesota. The strong ensemble cast brings to life the era while Rachel holds the deep story line together. Although Zachary feels somewhat like a caricature of an avaricious banker (no oxymoron asides) such as an obese Snidely Whiplash, fans will relish this terrific historical.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2013

    Not worth reading

    Very disapointed. If you are looking for a romance book, this Dorothy Garlock is not worth reading. Worst one of her books that I have read. No romance at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2012

    Just okay to pass time

    The story read well but the plot was so obvious I knew right away the way it would play out. Some of the situations were too contrived. Just okay for me.

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  • Posted March 29, 2011

    Historical book of one woman's courage

    This was my first book by Dorothy Garlock. Historical book, with a bit depressing undertones, however I liked the story. Book is about a young lady raising her sister's child while having financial hardship and mother who gave up on life because she could not save her own daughters life during child birth. The story takes a interesting turn when a long reported dead brother in law shows up in town.

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  • Posted December 2, 2010

    Great American Love Story

    Wonderful story. It shows just how much love can conquer and overcome.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2010

    Vintage Garlock

    This is vintage Garlock. She is always a good read and this book is no exception.

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  • Posted May 13, 2010

    Not her best!

    I was excited about this book because the plot sounded intriguing but it just did not work for me. I didn't care for the personalities of the characters, they seemed very self centered and selfish, for example Mason's reason for not coming home, Rachel's attitude toward her niece and the Mother's (Louise) reaction to losing one daughter while she still had her other daughter and a new grandchild. I just did not see any reason to like any of them. Sorry, I usually like Ms. Garlocks books but this one was a big disappointment.
    AND the front cover is way off!!! Rachel's hair is black (not brown) and the dog in the book is black and white, NOT a golden retriever!
    AND even B&N's synopis has Rachel and Louise's character's mixed up!

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  • Posted May 8, 2010

    Stay a Little Longer

    It took me 2 or 3 chapters to really get the feel of the story,and then I was grabbed and most eager to find out where the characters are going and what is going to happen to them .An iota of suspense has been added as I read on . At this time I'm about 1/3 thru the book and definitely will continue to the end . As always ,Dorothy Garlock presents a great deal of emotions ,ie: love,suspense, awe ,and challenge . I've read many of her books over the years and shall continue to read more . Some I've reread.

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