Suburban Renewal

Suburban Renewal

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by Pamela Morsi

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Picket fence up for grabs?

How would you celebrate twenty-five years of marriage? A cruise? A party? Renew your vows? What about a divorce? These are the ideas brewing in the mind of Corrie Braydon. She would be the first one to agree that she and her husband, Sam, have a lot to celebrate, but is that a good enough reason to stay married?


Picket fence up for grabs?

How would you celebrate twenty-five years of marriage? A cruise? A party? Renew your vows? What about a divorce? These are the ideas brewing in the mind of Corrie Braydon. She would be the first one to agree that she and her husband, Sam, have a lot to celebrate, but is that a good enough reason to stay married?

With the kids grown, the house paid off and money in the bank, Sam is looking forward to taking things easy, spending more time with Corrie and maybe even taking a holiday or two—no surprises here. Corrie, on the other hand, is not sure what she wants—but she plans to find out!

With warmth, humor and love, Corrie and Sam reflect on the past and ponder the future. But they'd better hurry up—twenty-five years can go by in a flash!

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Suburban Renewal

By Pamela Morsi

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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ISBN: 0-7783-2011-1

Chapter One

"The way I see it," I announced to my husband. "We either renew our vows and start this marriage all over again or we just call it quits and get a divorce."

Sam's jaw dropped open and he looked at me as if I'd lost my mind.

Maybe I had.

It might have been boredom or empty nesting or some weird premenopausal psychosis, but I got up that morning feeling like something had to change and that something had changed. It was as if my life, my marriage, was on some monumental precipice. All that was required was for me to give it a little push.

So I pushed.

"You want to renew our wedding vows?" The tone of Sam's question was conciliatory, almost condescending. "Then we'll renew our wedding vows. You don't have to get dramatic or threaten me about it. Number twenty-five is a big anniversary. A nice party with a little ceremony would be fine."

"I'm not looking for a reason to throw a party," I told him. "It's time to make it clear that we're together because we want to be."

He shrugged off that comment. "I'm here. I'm married to you," he said. "Because I want to be goes without saying."

My translation of those words from Sam language to plain English was "Hey, babe, I love you as much today as ever." But I was no longer certain that making up my own interpretations of his feelings was going to be enough.

We sat across from each other on the deck outside the family room. Sam had been here first, already showered and dressed before I'd even awakened. That was not unusual. Sam had always been a notorious early riser. Fit and tan, at age forty-five, he still had most of his abundant hair, though it was graying, especially at the temples. Dressed in khaki Dockers and a golf shirt, with the swimming pool in the background, Sam looked like a magazine ad for the successful middle-class businessman at his leisure.

He was that, of course, but he couldn't be summed up that easily.

Still in my nightgown, makeup free and bed-headed, I carried my coffee out to join him.

He leaned over to give me a good-morning kiss and handed over the Lifestyle section of the newspaper without me even asking for it. That was because he thought he knew me. He thought he knew what I wanted.

I thought I knew him, too. But I no longer knew what I wanted from him. Or if he still wanted anything from me.

"Still being here is not enough," I told him. "I refuse to have a marriage based on inertia. If we can't find a reason to stay together, then I'd just as soon start over by myself."

From the stunned look on his face, I could tell that Sam was finally taking the discussion seriously. He weighed his response, carefully working out the appropriate words. He was like that. At home or on the job, he rarely allowed himself the luxury of being impulsive. When he spoke his tone carried just exactly the right amount of concern, question and curiosity.

"I didn't realize that you were unhappy," he said.

I frowned.

"I'm not unhappy," I told him defensively. "How could I be? I have a satisfying career, two healthy, welladjusted kids and a wonderful home. I'm emotionally stable and financially secure. Any woman who has all that can't possibly get away with saying she's unhappy."

Sam let that sink in for a moment.

"So you're not unhappy."

"No, I'm not unhappy."

"Usually when the D word is mentioned, it's because something is terribly wrong," he said. "It's kind of the poster-child for unhappy."

"How would you know?" I asked him. "You've been married to me for almost twenty-five years, and as far as I can remember, this is the first time the D word has ever even dropped into a discussion."

I was right about that.

Sam nodded.

"So why has it dropped in today?" he asked.

That question momentarily stumped me. It wasn't that easy to explain. I took a sip of coffee and then looked thoughtfully into the eyes of the man who had been my partner for more than half of my life.

"Things are different now, Sam," I said. "With Lauren out of college, married, and Nate as settled as he probably will ever be, it's as if we've suddenly got our own lives back."

He shrugged. "We've worked hard, we've done our job as parents and, knock on wood, they've both turned out okay," he said. "We have every reason to be proud of that. And I'd say we've earned some time on our own."

"I agree, I totally agree," I told him. "But it's like a door is opening to a whole new life. I want to know why we should we spend that life together."

Sam tightened his jaw. I could tell he was getting annoyed.

"I don't understand what you're getting at," he said.

"If it's something that I've done or not done, I think you're going to have to spell it out to me. You know how hard it is for me to figure out what you're thinking."

"If you met me today, now, this morning," I asked him, "would you choose to be married to me?"

"Of course," he answered too quickly.

"No, think about it," I insisted. "If we were total strangers, just starting out on our own in our midforties, forties, would you want to date me, sleep with me, spend the rest of your life with me?"

Sam folded up the newspaper and laid it on the mottled glass patio table with a snap of irritation. He leaned back in his chair and eyed me speculatively.

"Is this one of those 'no right answer' questions you women come up with?"

"We women didn't come up with this question, I came up with it. This is not some Cosmo survey, it's the rest of our life."

It sounded serious and I wanted it to be.

"So what's your answer?" I persisted. "If you weren't already married to me, would you want to marry me?"

My husband, Sam, definitely requires some read-between-the-lines skills when expressing his feelings, but he isn't one of those inside-himself kind of guys who can only respond to relationship questions with yes, no and I dunno answers. He is actually fairly adept at verbalizing his inner concerns and conflicts. As a husband, Sam has always been able to share with me. I credit part of this ability to his having been raised by his widowed grandmother. He's also had some times when the surface of his life was so rocky that he's had to dig down deep to stay anchored.

And he's dependably honest.

"If you weren't already married to me, would you want to marry me?"

"How can I know?" he answered. "If I hadn't married you, I don't know what kind of guy I'd be. And I don't know what kind of woman you'd be if you'd spent the last twenty-five years somewhere else."

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, that's a fair enough answer," I admitted.

He smiled and let out a little sigh of relief.

I shook my head. "But I have to let you know," I warned him, "I'm not sure that I'm willing to spend the next twenty-five years with you if our only reason for being together is that we always have been."

His brow furrowed with genuine concern.

"Was my pregnancy the only reason that you married me? Can you even remember how you used to feel about me? What was our getting together all about?"


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Meet the Author

Pamela Morsi is a bestselling, award-winning novelist who finds humor in everyday life and honor in ordinary people. She lives in San Antonio, Texas with her husband and daughter.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book seems like it was written just to follow trends of the last 25 years. Nothing developed naturally. To make matters worse, dates of the big events are wrong. The Challenger exploded on January 28, 1996, not January 31. The internet wasn't around in 1993 for regular people. Carelessly written book and just too predictable.
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Everytime i read another Morsi book it becomes my favorite.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again, in her quiet, understated way, Pamela Morsi captures the essence of what makes a simple life worth living, and an everyday person -- extraordinary and worth knowing. Her characters do not save the world from super villains or dodge bullets; instead, they live our own lives. We recognize ourselves in them. We share their pain and their joys, and we feel that if they can do it, so can we. Corrie had great plans at eighteen: college, a career. Then she became pregnant, and all that changed. Sam did not see this as a disaster. He was only too happy to propose. They started a life together. A lot happens in twenty-five years: a child, then another one. A business, then another. Old friends, new friends. Death, new life, new generations. Urban sprawl, economic ups and downs. Everything impacts a family. Everything could destroy it, or strengthen it. Pam Morsi takes us along on Corrie and Sam's life journey, and we root and cry for them, because they could be us. Pamela Morsi's latest novel couldn't be better titled. Without fanfare or grand parades, through trials and tragedies, her characters find the strength to renew themselves constantly. They face disaster and destruction, and renovate themselves and their environment without faltering. We close the book with a feeling of hope: we can have this too, because it's not something Sam and Corrie were given on a golden platter. They worked hard to earn what they achieved. Suburban Renewal is a story of success in everyday life.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Carrie and Sam Braydon are about to celebrate twenty-five years of marriage when she gives him an ultimatum. He can renew their vows based on whether he would marry her today if they were not wedded or they can divorce. Sam is confused as both look back over the years starting in 1977 when she informed him that she was pregnant. He immediately offered to marry her and she accepts. Carrie wants Sam to remarry her only if he really wants to spend the rest of their lives together......................... Over the years, the couple has two children, manages several businesses, held several jobs, and were forced economic to live separately at times. Her family and his aunt provide caring support though her mother hates Sam. His father who killed his mother is freed from prison and he has a negative impact on the family. Still it is the twenty-first century and the children are gone. Will Sam agree to renew his vows or seek his freedom?......................... SUBURBAN RENEWAL contains strong lead protagonists and solid support cast whose motivations seem apropos to their personal traits. The rotational first person account between Sam and Carrie enables the audience to see deeper into how each one interprets the same event/incident. Though his father is too nasty to accept anyone would trust him with their children (his grandson lives with him for a time), romance readers will enjoy this powerful character study that showcases the ups and downs of the Braydon bunch.............................. Harriet Klausner