Don't Cry Now

Don't Cry Now

by Joy Fielding

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ISBN-13: 9780061952111
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 06/30/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 89,618
File size: 425 KB

About the Author

Joy Fielding's ability to portray the lives of ordinary women inextraordinary circumstances—as in See Jane Run andTell Me No Secrets—has made her an internationalbestselling author. She lives in Toronto with herhusband and their two daughters, and spends partof the year in Palm Beach, Florida.

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Bonnie pulled her white Caprice into the driveway of 430 Lombard Street at exactly twelve thirty-eight—there'd been an accident on the Mass turnpike and it had taken her over half an hour to get there—parking directly be hind Joan's red Mercedes. Joan was obviously doing very well for herself, Bonnie decided. Despite the fluctuations in the real estate market, she seemed to have survived the latest prolonged slump quite nicely. But then, Joan was a survivor. It was only those around her who perished.

This house shouldn't be too difficult to sell, Bonnie thought, squinting into the cool sun as she walked past the large sign on the front lawn that announced the open house and mounted the outside steps to the front porch. The house was two stories high and wood-framed, like most of the homes in this upscale suburb of Boston, and it had recently received a coat of white paint. The front door was black and slightly ajar. Bonnie knocked timidly, then pushed the door open farther. Immediately, she heard voices coming from one of the back rooms. A man and a woman. Maybe Joan. Maybe not. Possibly in the middle of an argument. It was hard to tell. At any rate, she wouldn't eavesdrop. She'd wait a few minutes, cough discreetly a few times, let them deduce someone else was in the house.

Bonnie looked around, helping herself to one of the many fact sheets that loan had left stacked on a small bench in the front foyer next to an open guest register. According to the information on the sheet, the house was three thousand square feet over two floors, with four bed rooms and a finished basement. A wide center staircase divided the house into two equal halves, the living room to oneside, the dining room to the other. The kitchen and family room were at the back. A powder room was some where in between.

Bonnie cleared her throat softly, then again, more loudly. The voices continued. Bonnie checked her watch, wandered into the beige and cream-colored living room. She'd have to leave soon. As it was, she'd be late getting back, miss the first part of the lecture on how today's schools had to adapt to today's teens. She checked her watch again, tapped her foot on the hardwood floor. This was ridiculous. While she hated to interrupt Joan while she was trying to make a sale, the fact was that the woman had insisted she be here before one o'clock, and it was almost that now. "Joan,'' she called out, returning to the hall, walking down the corridor toward the kitchen.

The voices continued as if she hadn't spoken. She heard snatches—"Well, if this health plan is implemented . . ." "That's a pretty lamebrained assessment."—and wondered what was going on. Why would people—Joan, of all people—be involved in such a discussion at such a time? ''I'm going to have to cut you off, caller," the man's voice suddenly announced. "You don't know what you're talking about and I feel like listening to some music. How about the always classic sound of Nirvana?''

It was the radio. "Jesus Christ," Bonnie muttered. She'd been wasting her time discreetly coughing so that a rude radio host could finish hurling invectives at some hapless caller! Who's the crazy lady here? she wondered, losing her patience, raising her voice over the sudden onslaught of sound that was Nirvana. "Joan,'' she called, stepping into the yellow and white kitchen, seeing Joan at the long pine kitchen table, her large sable eyes clouded over with booze, her mouth slightly open, about to speak.

Except that she didn't speak. And she didn't move. Not even as Bonnie approached, waving her hand in front of the woman's face, not even as she reached out to shake her shoulder. "Joan, for God's sake. . ."

She wasn't sure at what precise moment she realized that Joan was dead. It might have been when she saw the bright patch of crimson that was splattered across the front of Joan's white silk blouse like an abstract work of art. Or perhaps it was when she saw the gaping dark hole between her breasts, and felt blood on her hands, warm and sticky, like syrup. Maybe it was the awful combination of smells, real or imagined, that was suddenly pushing its way toward her nose that convinced her. Or maybe it was the screams shooting from her mouth like stray bullets, the ungodly sound creating a strangely appropriate harmony with Nirvana.

Or maybe it was the woman in the doorway screaming with her, the woman with her arms full of groceries who stood paralyzed against the far wall, the bags of groceries glued to her sides, as if they were all that were keeping her upright.

Bonnie walked over to her, the woman recoiling in horror as Bonnie pried the groceries from her arms. "Don't hurt me," the woman pleaded. ''Please don't hurt me."

"Nobody's going to hurt you," Bonnie assured her calmly, laying the bags on the counter and wrapping one arm around the shaking woman. The other arm reached toward the wall phone and quickly pressed in 911. In a clear voice she gave the operator the address and told her that a woman appeared to have been shot. Then she led the still-trembling owner of the house into the living room where she sat down beside her on the textured tan sofa. Then she put her head between her knees to keep from fainting and waited for the police to arrive.

Copyright ) 1995 by Joy Fielding, Inc.

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Don't Cry Now 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
beth-reader More than 1 year ago
This book is most excellent! Joy Fielding is my favorite author for books within this genre! Highly recommended!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best books i have ever read!! Joy Fielding is deffinately becoming one of my favorite authors. This is a must read, page turning thriller.
Kathy Stelivan More than 1 year ago
This is a real page turner. Keeps you guessing the whole book. Buy this book. You won't be disappointed!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first Joy Fielding book I read. I am now an avid fan of her mystery books. I can't wait to read the next one!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I agree with the other 2 commentaries. This book held my intersted and I couldnt' put it down. Great book with loads of suspense...it is really freaky...the main character doesn't know who to trust... Read it...you will agree the book is good to
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a wonderful book, and it was so because when I read a book and cannot put the book down it is a true sign I am enjoying what I am reading. This is the type of book I needed to set aside a couple hours before bed, because I could not put it down. It kept me wondering what was going to happen next, or what clue would be given out. This book keeps the reader guessing who the murderer is throughout the whole book. No one want's to read a book that they can guess the ending to. I was constantly pondering the clues in the book until the very end and I was still suprised. I felt like I could relate with the wife, because she was very uneasy about the whole mess. She was almost like an investigator and was suspicious since she found out his ex-wife was dead. The reason I feel I could relate To her character is because, I would be just as curious to getting to the bottom of who the murderer as she was. I feel it is very important for a reader to be able to relate to a character in a book. And she does that very well. I think it keeps the reader interested, and in times can help with obstacles or life challenges we all face. Now if you ask me this was a great book, and should not be passed up on the bookshelf. Because it is that good, what are you waiting for get to the stores so you can find out who the murderer is!
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Another great fern book.the sisterhood is a wonderful series.I give this book as always 5 stars.can't wait to read her next book.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I let my family know I wanted a real good novel to enjoy during the holidays and found Don't Cry Now in my stocking... i started it on Boxing day and was so enraptured with the intrigue and characters that I couldn't put it down until the mystery was solved. Joy Fielding has created a page turner extrordinaire. I enjoyed getting to know Bonnie who has such strength amid a very twisted season. a great read with a humdinger of an ending!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it