Charlie and Esther Moore have been married nearly fifty years when the contented life they've built together begins to crumble. Esther has been forgetful recently, but it's rarely a problem until the day she puts her car in drive instead of reverse, flying off the end of the carport and into the backyard. Esther's accident and declining health shatter their reverie, and the couple must come to terms with all the paths their lives have not taken if they ever hope to pull their marriage out of winter. As always, the quirky characters of Deepwater Cove will pop in and out of the story and delight readers.
This is the third book in a new fiction series from best-selling authors Gary Chapman and Catherine Palmer, based on the marriage principles found in Gary Chapman's nonfiction book The Four Seasons of Marriage. Each book includes a study guide that talks about the four seasons of marriage and the healing strategies depicted in that particular storyline.
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Falling for You Again
By CATHERINE PALMER GARY CHAPMAN
TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.Copyright © 2007 Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman
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Chapter OneFall always brings changes to Deepwater Cove," Charlie Moore said as he sat at Patsy Pringle's styling station in her Just As I Am beauty salon. "And I don't mean the good kind."
"Now you stop talking like that, honey," Patsy chided, brushing the back of Charlie's neck. "Especially on a Friday afternoon in my favorite month of the year. There's nothing like a September weekend to lift a girl's spirits-and I won't have you trying to squash 'em flat."
Patsy finished brushing the wisps of hair off Charlie's neck. Then she turned him around and let him have a look in the mirror.
He checked to see that his sideburns were even; then he nodded.
"Good work, Patsy. You always fix me up right."
She smiled and patted his shoulders. "I have a feeling this autumn is going to be one of our prettiest in years, Charlie. The leaves are starting to change colors already, and a cool breeze is blowing in off the lake. I don't know why you'd think we're in for a rough season."
Charlie shook his head. "History, Patsy. Look at our history. A year ago, the last of the Hansen kids went off to college, and, well ... you know things got pretty difficult for Steve and Brenda."
"Whatelse happened in the autumn, Charlie?" she asked. "I've owned this salon for umpteen years, and I can't remember a single bad thing."
"That's you, Patsy. The eternal optimist." He leaned back in the chair, adjusted his glasses, and began. "Last fall, we had the Hansen problem. The year before that, flu took two of our widows-one in September and the other in early November, as I recall. And don't forget the year the pizza restaurant went belly-up, the main bank in Camdenton shut down its local branch, and the new tavern set up shop-all of them right as summer ended."
"Well, I have to admit I'm no fan of Larry's Lake Lounge. Why is it that bars never go out of business? That rankles me," Patsy declared, whisking the cape from Charlie's shoulders and helping him from the chair. If he didn't know better, he'd think the young woman was trying to hurry him along.
Charlie started for the cash register. "I'm with you on that one, Patsy. Too many young guys waste the better part of their time and their money there. Never understood it myself."
"And don't forget the fall colors," Patsy said. "I know folks enjoy going on tours to look at the leaves changing along the East Coast and up toward Canada, but land's sakes, why don't they open their eyes right here? The Ozarks has some of the prettiest fall colors God ever painted on a tree."
"Sumac," Charlie said as he tugged his wallet from his pocket. "Now there's a red you won't often see in nature."
"See what I mean? Fall is a wonderful time of year."
Charlie chuckled. "I reckon you're right, Patsy. Plus, most of the out-of-towners are gone, and we don't have to put up with all their fireworks, speedboats, and barhopping."
"I love the excitement and fun the summer crowd brings, but I don't mind too much when they leave. There's a kind of peace that settles around us-even though we've still got plenty to do. Fall festivals, bake sales, church hayrides. And the high school homecoming parade, trick-or-treaters, Thanksgiving-"
"All right, all right," Charlie sputtered, holding up a hand. "If I stay here any longer you're going to talk the blues right out of me, Patsy Pringle. I was just working up a good head of melancholy and pessimism, but you're fixin' to ruin the whole thing." He shrugged. "You've plumb worn me down with all your zip-a-dee-doo-dah. I won't have any choice now but to be in a good mood, which means I'll go home and infect Esther, who'll get all chipper and talk my ear off."
"Esther's due here in about twenty minutes for her weekly set-and-style," Patsy said. "In fact, I was surprised you didn't come together."
"I'm not going to sit through that ordeal again. I did it once and believe you me, once was enough. Nope, I think I'll head home and start putting the vegetable garden to bed."
Patsy sighed as she studied him. "Charlie, I just want you to know that every time I see you and Esther together, I feel like there's hope for the world. You're both so kind and helpful-and sweet as apple pie to each other. How long have you two been married?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "Well now, that takes some figuring. My seventieth birthday is just around the bend, and I was born in ..." He paused, lifting his eyes to the ceiling as if the numbers were written up there in the wallpaper border. "And we got married in ... hmmm ..." He calculated some more. "Good gravy, we'll be coming up on fifty years before we know it. Who would have thought?"
"Well, you're a wonderful example for the rest of us," Patsy said. "If I had ever gotten married, I would pray to have as happy a home as you and Esther."
"You make it sound like things have always been perfect." He reached across the counter and touched Patsy's nose as if she were a child. "You know better than that, kiddo."
She laughed. "I guess so, but I can't imagine what could come between you."
"Well now, we've had our ups and downs, Esther and me. More good times than bad, but we've worked hard to make it that way. You ever heard that opposites attract? That's us. She's a talker, and I'd rather read a book or watch TV. I'm up at the crack of dawn, and she'd sleep till eight or nine if she didn't drag herself up to make my breakfast. We're kind of like sunshine and rain, you know. You've gotta have both to keep things growing."
* * *
I'm late, I'm late!" Esther Moore hooked her purse strap over her arm as she hurried into the kitchen. "Cody, where did you put that stack of mail I set on the table by the door?"
"Mail?" Cody Goss turned from the sink, where he was scrubbing the gray and white speckled pot Esther used to fry crappie and catfish. "Is mail the same as letters? Because I read in my Giant Book of Myths and Legends that King Arthur and his knights wore mail. And also, the other day at the post office, I had to sign a paper to be a soldier if ever the president wants me to fight, and I checked the box that said male. So that's three kinds of mail. There might be another mail that I don't even know about, because I also found out that tail, which rhymes with mail, can mean-"
"I'm talking about letters," Esther cried. "Not half an hour ago, I put a stack of envelopes on the little table in the living room, and now they're gone."
Gracious sakes. Esther dearly loved Cody Goss, but sometimes the young man could drive her right up the wall. Cody had appeared in Deepwater Cove this spring as a homeless, bedraggled stranger. Since then, he had been helping clean some of the neighborhood houses and shops-earning minimum wage and carefully building his savings account. After vacuuming, dusting, and tidying the Moores' home, he often spent the night in their spare bedroom, and both Esther and Charlie enjoyed his company.
"The side table by the couch," Esther clarified. "This afternoon, Charlie paid our bills before he went to get his hair cut. Then I wrote a birthday card for one of my grandkids and a get-well card for Opal Jones. I put stamps on every envelope and set them right there by the door. Where did you move those letters, Cody?"
He blinked at her, his blue eyes shining in the afternoon sunlight that slanted through the kitchen window. "You don't have to put a stamp on Opal's envelope," he told her. "Since Opal lives right across the street and three houses down, I could take that card over there and give it to her."
"Yes, but Charlie and I support our federal postal service, because-" Esther cut herself off with a little growl of frustration. "Cody Goss, where did you put my mail? If I don't get those letters into the mailbox on time, Charlie will pitch a fit. That means I'll have to knock on the back door of the post office and remind them that Charlie used to be a mail carrier, which might make me miss my appointment with ... with ..."
She shook her head. "Well, where am I going, Cody? You've got me so flustered I can't even remember."
"You're driving over to Tranquility to get your weekly set-and-style at Patsy's salon," Cody said, his fingers dripping soapy water on the vinyl floor as he trudged past her. "And there's your mail, right on the table by the couch. See?"
Esther would have dropped her teeth but they were still attached. There sat the stack of letters, exactly where she'd laid them earlier. But she would have sworn that when she looked for them a moment before, they were gone.
Now they were back. Just like that.
"Did you put them there?" she asked Cody.
"You put them there," he replied. "The only letters I ever touch are the ones that come from my aunt in Kansas, when she writes to say she loves me and please eat my vegetables. She also mails me ten dollars every month, and I put that into my savings account, which I hate to tell you is something you can't see at the bank even if you ask very nicely. Did you know that, Mrs. Moore? I asked to see my savings account one time, and the bank lady said sorry, but no. She told me an account is not a box with money in it. It's just pretend. An account is nothing but numbers inside a computer. You have to have faith that those numbers are the same as dollar bills, which is exactly like having faith that God is real even if you can't see Him."
Esther stared at Cody as she gripped the stack of letters in one hand and her purse in the other. What on earth was he rambling about? His aunt? Savings accounts? God?
"Cody, one of these days you're going to drive me to drink," Esther said as she opened the front door.
"I can't drive; remember, Mrs. Moore? I'm not yet smart enough to get my driving slicers."
"Driver's license!" she called over her shoulder. Then she began to mutter. "Driver's license not driving slicers. Oh, that poor boy is a dim bulb. I don't care what Charlie says about him being smart as a whip. He's never going to make it in this world without help, and I shouldn't even be leaving him alone in the house."
Wearing heels a little too high for the occasion, Esther tottered over to the carport. She set her purse and the mail on the roof of the sturdy Lincoln Town Car she'd been driving for decades. Fiddling with her car keys, she tried to find the one that unlocked the door. The car was too old to open electronically. That was okay with Esther, who had a hard time getting used to automatic door openers, television remote controls, cell phones, computers, and other modern-day necessities. A person could go crazy trying to understand the new technology.
Finally Esther got the car unlocked and slid behind the steering wheel. She was definitely going to be late, thanks to Cody moving the mail all over the house. It was one thing to have the boy help with the dusting and vacuuming. But if he kept putting things where they didn't belong, Esther would have to talk to Charlie about letting him go. After all, she had been cleaning house for forty-eight years, and she could certainly keep it up a while longer.
Through the open front end of the carport, Esther could see the purple martin birdhouse Charlie had built and set up on a tall metal pole several years ago. It was listing a little to the left, and she would have to get him to straighten it. The trees that dotted their large backyard were starting to turn. It wouldn't be long before Charlie would be out mulching and putting everything into his compost bin.
As she turned the key in the ignition, Esther reflected with pride on her husband's fine garden. Every year they had the tastiest, freshest, plumpest vegetables in the neighborhood. Nothing pleased Esther more than to drop off a pint of ruby red strawberries as a get-well gift or leave a surprise basket of peppers and onions on someone's front porch. She pulled the car's transmission lever into reverse and pressed on the gas.
Just as the Lincoln began backing out of the carport, Esther saw her purse slide off the roof and land on the driveway. Oh, what now? She quickly put the car in neutral and pressed the brake.
* * *
Charlie had his mind on tomatoes as he drove around the curve that led to his clapboard house with its neatly manicured lawn. Feeling a little itchy for change, he had tried some different varieties this year. In the past, Esther had wanted only beefsteak and cherry tomatoes. Beefsteak for their sandwiches and cherries for their salads. But Charlie had put in three new plants as an experiment-pear-shaped red romas, a yellow variety, and even one that had a hint of purple to it. To his surprise, Esther thought the new tomatoes tasted delicious, and she had enjoyed showing them off at Deepwater Cove's Labor Day barbecue.
Having decided to be bold with peppers in the coming spring, Charlie was pondering the difference between sweet bells, anchos, and jalapeños when he heard a loud bang from the direction of his carport.
Charlie stepped on his brake, gaping in disbelief as Esther's long bronze Lincoln flew through the air, sailing off the four-foot-high concrete wall that divided the driveway from the backyard and then slamming down a good ten feet onto the lawn. On its way, the car had taken out two of the wooden support posts holding up the carport's roof. Now the hood popped open and the horn began to blare. And the car kept going, careening across the grass as steam billowed from the engine and the hood bounced up and down like a jack-in-the-box lid. Somehow the Lincoln swerved around the purple martin house before grazing the trunk of an oak tree and mowing down a walnut sapling. Then it hurtled toward the thin strip of beach and the lake edge beyond, with only the shed blocking its way.
His heart frozen in his chest, Charlie put his own car in park and threw open the door. Was someone stealing the Lincoln? Had it rolled down the driveway on its own? Or could that dark shape in the driver's seat be his wife?
"Esther?" Charlie took off at a dead run. The Lincoln was now barreling toward the shed. Charlie had built it a few years earlier to store his riding lawn mower and tools. Just as the car reached the shed door, it veered to the right.
"Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore, stop!" Cody Goss suddenly burst from the house, leaped off the end of the carport, and raced past Charlie. "Mrs. Moore, the post office is the other direction!"
With the Lincoln's horn still blaring, Charlie could hear little else as he watched the car miss the side of the shed by inches. It pulled around in a tight curve, swayed toward the lake again, and then rolled to a sudden stop beside a lilac bush. Smoke billowed out from under the hood, and steaming water gushed onto the ground. The unremitting horn sounded louder than ever.
Cody reached the car five steps ahead of Charlie, but as the young man grabbed the handle, the door swung open.
Esther surged up from the driver's seat, shoved her way past Cody, and headed up the slope in her high heels. "Where's the mail?" she shouted. "I've got to get to the post office before it closes."
"Mrs. Moore, you had an accident!" Cody called after her as she marched toward Charlie, arms flapping in agitation.
"Esther, what on earth?" Charlie caught her by the shoulders and forced her to stop. "Are you all right, honey? What happened?"
"I can't find the mail," she snapped. "Cody keeps moving it, and I'm late for the post office. Those bills aren't going out today unless I-"
She looked up at her husband and seemed to see him for the first time. "Charlie?"
"Esther." He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. "Oh, sweetheart, you scared me half to death."
"I don't know ... I'm not sure what happened, Charlie."
"You drove the Lincoln out the wrong end of the carport. You've been in an accident, honey. Let's sit you down."
"Where's my purse?"
"Here, sit on my jacket."
"On the grass?"
"Yes, right here. I'll help you." He pulled off his lightweight jacket and spread it out for her. Then he eased her down onto the lawn. "Now catch your breath, Esther."
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In Deepwater Cove, Charlie and Esther Moore celebrate fifty years of a strong marriage. The couple love and as important respect one another. In fact many townsfolk see their relationship as the model for couples to emulate.------------- However, when Esther suffers an accident, the ideal relationship begins to feel strain as Charlie resents the pressure put on him to care for his beloved wife while Esther hates his pandering. A worse blow to their marriage is finding a very personal sketch of Esther engraved with a loving message that did not come from Charlie. In the fall of their lives, is the five decades old marriage between the Charlie and Esther heading to divorce court?-------------------- The fall of the Four Seasons of Marriage series (see IT HAPPENS EVERY SPRING and SUMMER BREEZE) is an enjoyable look at a couple whose marriage has seemed perfect to outsiders for five decades, but in their golden years has issues for all to see. The story line continues to use fiction to provide readers on ways to maintain a strong relationship regardless of how much time together has past. Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman continue to provide a deep look at couples who have overcome trials and tribulation by FALLING FOR YOU AGAIN and again and again.--------------- Harriet Klausner
This was a hard read for me because of the topic, vascular dementia. Catherine Palmer & Gary Chapman addressed this topic in a compelling, yet realistic way the confusion, the terrible danger they can unknowingly put themselves in, the sorrow they feel when they recognize they¿re not in their right mind. I would¿ve liked to see this addressed from the adult children¿s point of view as well. Part three in a series, the other miscellaneous characters in the series got little focus as the issue of dementia was addressed. Unsatisfied with one heavy subject, they also touched on autism. In my opinion, they were too many hard topics for one novel and the book was somewhat depressing. Charley, Esters spouse, goes through his own grieving process and struggles to maintain normalcy while Ester is clearly far from her usual self. The book has a sad but hopeful ending.
Another excellent book in this series!! Gary Chapman & Catherine Palmer do an excellent job of giving you an excellent story with helpful hints on things to do in your marriage as well. There are some sad spots in this story, but they are there as a teaching moment. If you are going to read this book I would recommend starting with the first book "It Happens Every Spring" & second book "Summer Breeze" since this book is a continuation of the story. As with the first two books I could easily see this book being turned into a movie. I am planning to start the fourth book "Winter Turns To Spring" later this week.
Great Third Book. The third book in the four season series focuses on Charlie and Esther Moore and their nearly 50 years of marriage. They seem like they have the perfect life and are set in their ways with daily routines in place until one day Esther drove off the carport and turned their lives upside down. The town rallies around them as Esther and Charlie try and put their life back together.
This is book 3 of 4 and while sad at the end it still provides heartfelt joy, pain and love. The characters are like family now and I can only say I wished the author would write more than 4 books with these characters and story line.