And on the Eighth Day She Rested: A Novel

And on the Eighth Day She Rested: A Novel

by J. D. Mason

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Four different women come together under the sometimes tenuous but always unbreakable bond of friendship.

Ruth Johnson has finally left her abusive husband of fourteen years and jumped feet first into "What the hell do I do now?" oblivion. Then into her life come three unforgettable women who turn her world upside down. Feisty, outspoken Bernice, a.k.a. "Bernie," has been there and done that when it comes to love and marriage. Her ex-husband is settled down with his much younger wife and her kids are grown, and Bernie is looking to enjoy her fellow man—in more ways than one—no strings attached...or so she thinks. Sweet Southern belle May has it all: a beautiful home, two wonderful children, and a fine husband who worships the ground she walks on, yet a shadow hangs over what should be her equally perfect life, threatening to shake up her happy home. The older, wiser Clara is their guiding force, and when disaster strikes, all three women rally around her, determined to see her through it. Life is just getting interesting, and if they hold on to each other, they just might make it.

J.D. Mason's And on the Eighth Day She Rested is an empowering story of the tough times we all face and the friends who help us through.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312309893
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/01/2003
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 585,851
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.76(d)

About the Author

J. D. Mason is a native of Denver, Colorado, where she resides with her two children. She is currently working on her next novel.

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And On The Eighth Day She Rested

By J. D. Mason

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2003 J. D. Mason
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-312-30989-9

Chapter One

BABY RUTH, HER MOTHER USED TO CALL HER. "YOU MY BABY, and you sweet and nutty jus' like the candy bar," Karen would tease. Karen Johnson had moved to Denver from Jacksonville, when she was sixteen, pregnant, and hot on the trail of the man she loved. He'd been in the air force when they'd met in Florida, and was transferred shortly before Karen discovered she was pregnant with Ruth. She'd managed to save up enough money for a one-way bus ticket to Colorado and discovered that he wasn't interested in her or the baby she carried because he was already married, with kids he'd wanted, so she needed to "Get back on that damn bus, and take your ass home!" Karen said he'd told her. Only her mother, the Set Aside, Sanctified, Holified Servant of the Lord, Filled with the Holy Ghost (but Cussed like a Sailor) woman, wouldn't let her come back and she ended up staying in Denver.

Soft-spoken Ruth was an immortal teenager and dreamed of being beautiful like her mother and falling in love when she grew up. She listened to music incessantly, had a one-year subscription to Right On magazine, and practiced her french kissing on the back of her hand, underneath her covers in her room at night. She'd just finished her homework, and checked on the chicken baking in the oven, when she happened to glance up at the clock on the wall and noticed what time it was: ten minutes to five. Karen would be on her way home by now. "Fine as wine." "Built like a brick shit house." "Mmm ... mmm ... baby. What's a man got to do to get in on some of that action?" Karen Johnson was accustomed to being ushered home by phrases like these, and she didn't mind one bit. "They don't mean no harm, Baby Ruth," she'd say to Ruth who found the comments embarrassing. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a man 'preciatin' a woman. You wait till you get a lil' older. You'll see what I mean. You a shy, pretty girl, dark as molasses, and sweet as honey, got a cute little figure too. I just wish you'd stop coverin' it up with those baggy pants you insist on wearin'." Ruth watched her mother walking toward their apartment on Champa Street. The sun was starting to set behind the mountains, but it didn't dare set on Karen strutting home in a pair of secondhand Jordache jeans, a pink polo top, and her favorite high-heeled Candies. "Momma? I know you ain't wearing those shoes," Ruth had argued that morning. "What's wrong with my shoes?" Karen asked, genuinely perplexed. "It's cold outside, Mom," Ruth said, sounding mildly irritated. "It's April, Ruth. Springtime? People do wear sandals in the springtime. So what's yo' point?" "It's too cold for sandals. That's my point." Karen rolled her eyes, picked up her purse and keys, and headed for the door. "Well, they my feet, and if I don't mind 'em bein' chilly, why should you?" Ruth followed after her. "Because I love you and I don't want you to get sick." "Girl, please. I ain't never sick, and you bein' a lil' melodramatic, if you ask me-as usual." Karen left the apartment, then called out over her shoulder, "And don't forget to put that chicken in the oven when you get home from school." Ruth shook her head, and then closed the door behind her. "Sometimes," she muttered, "that woman's a mess."

As Karen walked home, the faint melody of Earth, Wind and Fire's "Devotion" could be heard playing in the distance and suddenly she stopped, closed her eyes, then smiled and gently bobbed her head because someone had the good taste to play her favorite song, which was anything by EWF. Ruth covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. Karen was a character, and Ruth always made it a point to be her audience, whether her mother was aware of it or not. "Hey," Karen said nonchalantly as she entered the apartment and started flipping through the mail. "Hi. Did we get any bills?" Karen sighed. "Don't we always." She threw the mail down on the coffee table, slid out of her shoes, plopped down on the couch, and put her feet up. Ruth picked up the mail and sorted out the bills that needed to be paid. She'd inherited the job of keeping track of them because Karen just hadn't shown any aptitude in that area. Her mother was thirty years old and most of the time they were more like sisters than mother and daughter. But there were times when Ruth wished for Karen to be more like a mother. Mothers did things like pay the electricity bill before the lights were shut off. Mothers brought home real groceries, not just a box of cereal and a carton of milk. Mothers didn't hang out in the clubs until dawn, knowing they had to get up early and go to work the next day. And mothers certainly didn't go without eating for days on end just to make sure they fit into a size five, tripping that the size seven had gotten a little too comfortable. But more than anything, mothers didn't move in new boyfriends every other month, letting them get high or drunk or call everybody in the house names just because they were pissed off about something stupid. Ruth was almost positive that most mothers didn't do things like that, but then, Karen wasn't most mothers. Different men came in and out of their lives, one dissolving into another, and each time Ruth hoped this one would be the one. The one who loved her mother, married her, made babies with her because that's what Karen hoped for. Ruth wished she'd give up, and be content with it just being the two of them. As far as Ruth was concerned, life was perfect when it was just them, but then she'd wake up in the middle of the night to the muffled sounds of Karen's sobs from the other side of the wall in their small apartment. Karen was lonely. She'd said it enough times. She'd cried it plenty of times. "I'm jus' goin' to keep on prayin' 'cause one day the Lord's goin' to send me someone-send us someone to help take care of us, Baby Ruth," she'd say smiling, basking in the glow of her wishful thinking. Maybe as a child Ruth had believed the Lord would send them somebody, but by the time she was twelve she figured maybe the Lord had forgotten, or that he wasn't paying attention, because all the men he did send turned out to be idiots, drunks, or deadbeats. That's when Ruth decided she'd rather find her own husband than trust the Lord to do it. He obviously had too many other things to worry about. Karen's ritual never changed. A new man in her life meant euphoria. Everything was funny, and the glass was always half full. She'd hold her head up extra high when she walked, made sure she had fresh polish on her fingers and toes, and spent a little more time in the mirror in the mornings, afternoons, evenings, putting on her makeup. Then she'd prepare to tell Ruth about him, whoever him was. She'd make Ruth a bowl of ice cream and they'd sit down in the kitchen smiling at each other and giggling like best friends. Karen would prop her elbows up on the table, cradle her lovely face in her hands smiling at Ruth while she inhaled that big bowl of ice cream. "That good, Baby Ruth?" Ruth's mouth would be so full of french vanilla that all she could do was nod. Karen never ate any herself because she thought it would make her fat, but she enjoyed watching Ruth finish hers, moaning and licking her own lips like she was eating some herself. She stared into Ruth's eyes and gently rubbed her hand down her cheek. "Slow down, baby," she'd laugh. "You don't have to eat so fast, Ruthie. That ice cream ain't goin' nowhere." Karen's southern drawl seemed out of place in Denver, Colorado. As out of place as she did. She'd taken the girl out of the country but there was still plenty of country in the girl. "You know what?" she'd ask as Ruth guzzled down ice cream. "Momma's met somebody, Ruthie. Somebody nice." She always thought they were nice, and in the beginning, they always were. "His name's Walter." "His name's Glen." "His name's Bruce." "His name's Cedric." Walter ended up being a junkie, stealing what little they had and taking the last of her money to buy whatever it was he was shooting up in his arm. Glen turned out to be married and left Karen to go home to his wife each and every time the woman summoned him back. Eventually, he never came back, so Ruth assumed Mrs. Glen had decided to let him stay. Bruce couldn't keep a job and decided to sit at home, drink all day long, and let Karen be the family breadwinner. One day, she happened to mention that she had a problem with this little arrangement he threw a full can of beer at her and slapped her upside the head a couple of times just in case she didn't get the message. He left but came back, though. He came back quite a few times before she finally got tired of the drama and called it quits. Then there was Cedric. Good old Cedric. Out of all of them, he seemed to have had the most potential. He had a good job, decent table manners. Sure he smoked a little reefer every now and then, but that was about the extent of his drug dependency problem. Ruth even liked him, but it wasn't perfect. Sometimes he and Karen argued. He'd hit her, but she'd hit back because she swore she'd never let another man treat her like Bruce did and get away with it. Often times they'd fight right in front of Ruth and once, when she tried coming to Karen's rescue, they both yelled at her, to "Get back in that goddamned room and shut the mothafuckin' door!" So that's what she did. They always made up, though. And when they did, peace reigned in the valley, or in this case, their apartment on the Five Points, and they were the epitome of the all-American family on public assistance. Cedric would be in such a good mood he'd take them to the amusement park or out to eat and Karen hugged, squeezed, and kissed all over him and Ruth too, until the next time.

When she told him she was pregnant, they didn't fight, but he gave her an ultimatum, "Get rid of it, Karen! I don't want no more fuckin' kids and if you don't do something about it, I'm gone!" Rather than lose him, she decided to do something about it. "I got a doctor's appointment this afternoon, Ruth," Karen said. She'd fumbled around all morning, dropping things, muttering to herself, snapping at Ruth. Ruth had started not to ask, but she was concerned about Karen because she never went to the doctor unless something was seriously wrong. "You sick?" "Naw," she glanced quickly at Ruth and tried to smile. "It's jus' a checkup." Karen picked up her purse and headed out the door. "I'll see you later." Ruth had been home from school less than an hour when Karen's key turned in the door. "What are you doing home so early, Karen?" Karen looked tired. Her eyes were red and swollen like she'd been crying, but before Ruth could ask her about it, she slowly walked toward her bedroom, and then closed the door behind her. Ruth hurried to the kitchen and put a pot of water on the stove to boil for tea. Tea would make Karen feel better. It always did. She made her a cup, just the way she liked it, then took it to Karen sitting on the edge of the bed. Ruth sat down next to her, and pressed her hand against her mother's face. She felt warm.

Ruth handed Karen the cup of tea. "You want some Tylenol?"

Karen shook her head. "I jus' need to rest. That's all." She cradled the cup in both hands and slowly took a sip. Karen lay down and Ruth covered her legs with the blanket folded up at the foot of her bed, and kissed her. "Night, Momma," she whispered. Karen tried to smile, and then let her eyes close. Hours later, Ruth stared down at her mother lying still in the crimson pool on her bed, knowing that the sound of the ambulance siren wailing in the distance was coming too late. She backed slowly away from the bed, braced herself against the wall, and slid down to the floor. Ruth pulled her knees up to her chest, and watched Karen intently, hoping to see some sign that she was still breathing. The lump in her throat swelled, threatening to strangle her, and Ruth hoped it would. She hurried to wipe the tears filling her eyes, clouding her vision. Someone frantically rang the doorbell and banged repeatedly on the door. And from somewhere else, the sound of someone screaming pierced through the air. Ruth covered her ears, closed her eyes, and prayed that the terrible noise would go away. Had it come from her? she wondered, but she never really knew for sure.

It wasn't until the funeral that she learned the truth about Karen's doctor's appointment. Ruth's grandmother had flown up from Florida and from the moment Ruth laid eyes on her, she wished she'd stayed in Florida. Grandmother Johnson stood next to a sobbing Ruth, glaring impatiently down at Karen lying cocooned in a pale peach satin lining. "This is what happens when you don't do the Lord's will, girl. Ig'nant! That girl always was ig'nant!" Ruth couldn't believe what she was hearing. This woman was burying her only daughter. How could she say those things? How could she stand over Karen and call her names like that? "Layin' up with all them men when she shoulda been keepin' her legs closed. Abortion ain't nothin' but killin'. It ain't nothin' but murder, plain and simple. God don't like it one bit." She shot a look at Ruth. "Yo' momma was a fool, child." In an instant, Ruth had been flipped on her head and tossed into the unfamiliar. She sat silently next to her grandmother on the train they took back to Jacksonville the day after Karen's funeral. Ruth stared out the window watching the open oasis that was Colorado gradually transform into new places lush with huge trees and blossoms. Spring looked different in the east, and especially in Florida where the weight of the heavy, thick air threatened to suffocate her with its oppressive humidity and unnatural heat. Ruth found herself sucking in buckets of air that tasted foreign, just to catch her breath. This was her new home, and she'd share the next four years with a woman that obviously loathed her. All of a sudden, Ruth knew what it was to be truly alone.

"How many times I got to tell you to stop slammin' my screen do', girl?" her grandmother yelled from the kitchen. Ruth was late coming home from school. A year had passed since her mother's death and Ruth was a sophomore in high school. She'd stopped off at the library after school because being at the library was better than home. "Sorry," Ruth answered quietly. Grandmother Johnson emerged from the kitchen wearing a pink floral housedress that buttoned up the front and her pale pink slippers. She looked so much like Karen sometimes, Ruth thought, watching her.


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Reading Group Guide

Four different women come together under the sometimes tenuous but always unbreakable bond of friendship.

Ruth Johnson has finally left her abusive husband of fourteen years and jumped feet first into "What the hell do I do now?" oblivion. Then into her life come three unforgettable women who turn her world upside down. Feisty, outspoken Bernice, a.k.a. "Bernie," has been there and done that when it comes to love and marriage. Her ex-husband is settled down with his much younger wife and her kids are grown, and Bernie is looking to enjoy her fellow man—in more ways than one—no strings attached...or so she thinks. Sweet Southern belle May has it all: a beautiful home, two wonderful children, and a fine husband who worships the ground she walks on, yet a shadow hangs over what should be her equally perfect life, threatening to shake up her happy home. The older, wiser Clara is their guiding force, and when disaster strikes, all three women rally around her, determined to see her through it. Life is just getting interesting, and if they hold on to each other, they just might make it.

1. Do the think the issue of spousal abuse is adequately addressed in the African American community? Why or why not?

2. Do you feel that Ruth could have chosen a different, less volatile way of confronting Eric and ending her union with him?

3. Ruth is trying hard to heal and move on with her life. In what ways do each of her friends help or hinder her?

4. Why do you think Eric continually pursues and seeks out Ruth, rather than any of the other women in his life?

5. Do you think it's possible that May will overcome her insecurities? Why or why not?

6. Before their relationship ended, Ruth had a very idealistic view of Adrian. Do you feel her opinion of him changed at the end of the book? If so, how?

7. Do you think Miles is the right man for Bernie? Do you think she deserves him? Why or why not?

8. Who was your favorite character in the book and why?

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And on the Eighth Day She Rested 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first J.D. Mason novel I read. It was some time ago that I read it but I don't remember it was pretty good and amazing how Ruth turned herself around.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Started off a little slow and CONFUSING so I was worried but this book was truly the BOMB!!! A Must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I went through so many emotions reading this book. I didn't think I would like it with such a heavy topic as spousal abuse,but it was so worth it!
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Great book to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First book I've read by JD. Very moving book that will have in tears crying with empathy, and laughing with craziness. Loved the women chatacters as well as the men. Two thumbs up and a snap. Deni :-D
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very wise and powerful. It shows that life has its lessons.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read for that up and coming single woman going through changes as a result of a bad relationship. Very empowering.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just could not put it down, the story was nice, sad, romantic, and so truth
gardening More than 1 year ago
This author puts you in this mentally,phyiscally and emotionally.J D Mason is a WIZARD with words.I highly recommend this book.C.Underhill
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful Book with rich characters that distinctively have their own personalities. However, when everyone can get on one page to help a larger cause, that is what Social Services embodies and embraces. The hardships, struggles, fear, and inner turmoil that helps Ruth become the Free butterfly that she is, is a rainbow after the storm. Good read for anyone struggling to "BE!"
Guest More than 1 year ago
I must say this book is outstanding. I, too, could not put it down. There were times that Ruth really frustrated me because she acted more like a little girl rather than a grown woman. But I must admit, she became the strong black woman that I knew she could. I simply loved Bernie. She had that tell you like it is, just keeping it real attitude. I respected her for that. However, there were times that I wished she would stop fighting the truth. All in all, this book is a must have. It will bring tears to your eyes and a smile to your face (an occational bust out laughing as well). Simply loved it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was great it just made me want to read on non stop
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Eventhough, I have not completed the book, i was enjoying it so much that I had to look at the reviews to see if other people thought it was JUST AS GOOD! I highly reommend this book, from the begining to the middle, i havent stopped laughing!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book!! I keep finding myself referring to this book as though it were part of my life. I've got 3 sisters of my own, so I can really relate to the different personalities. I found myself literally laughing out loud and crying throughout this book. I feel like I now know each of the characters personally. I intended on giving my book to my sister after reading it. I changed my mind and bought her her own instead!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just finished the book yesterday. It was incredibly sad, strong, and romantic... It gives inpiration to women just coming out of bad marriage as i am. it gives hope to those who have lost all theirs. Congrats to Ms. Mason, for writing such a fantastic book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was sensational. It took me little over three days to finish it because it had me hooked, i couldn't put it down.I recommend everyone to read it
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book in about 2 days...give or take eating...It was amazing to me how a woman who had gone through so much was able to get out and help someone else. She didnt wallow in self pity...I think the book is inspirational.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just recieved this book from and friend. I asked her for a book because I had nothing better to do. I didn't put it down until I ws done with it. Each page kept my full attention. I'm still speechless. This is now my favorite book I look forward to reading more of J.D. Masons books. Keep up the excellent writing girl.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a African American woman, I was able to relate very well to the relationship/friendship experiences encountered in this novel. After finishing this book, I walked away with feeling as though I can handle anything! This is not a 'must read', this is a 'Must Own!'
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story is told in such a compelling way that it gives you goose bumps. A lot of people write books but it's the way you tell the story. You feel Ruth's pain like you were in her shoes. Great JOB!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was so earth shattering, it truly sent chills down my spine! If I didn't know any better, I would have thought Ms. Mason had been living with me for the entire 34 years of my life and decided to write a book about me. It really touched my heart. This was very emotional for me, but nevertheless, it took me 2 days to read this book, because I could not put it down. I recommend it to EVERYONE!