When you're in the trenches, sometimes you're up to your neck in mud. That's the not-so-glamorous life of a pastor's wife.
Felicia's family is...complicated. That's putting it nicely. Now they're flying in from LA all at once to stay with her...just when her brother-in-law, Javier, and Mama aren't even speaking to each other. And the whole church will be there to witness the feud.
Mimi has a lot on her mind with her four energetic kids especially Milo the screamer, with his Pavarotti voice. Then her live-in alcoholic dad starts to mow their lawn at midnight.
Lisa has her hands full with loudmouth Tom Graves and the other troublemakers at Red River Assembly. Then vicious rumors start to fly about the Barton family...and the attacks and threats get increasingly personal.
Jennifer is pushing her adopted daughter, Carys, in a stroller, when she notices a black town car the same car she's seen several times over the past week. Could someone be following her?
The PWs plunge into an unnerving mystery...and discover what "family" really means.
Read an Excerpt
Tuesday, March 18
"I can't believe it!" Felicia Lopez-Morrison waved as she ricocheted through the tables, heading toward her three friends seated in their usual booth in the back right-hand corner of Lulu's.
"Did you hear the news?" she asked breathlessly, sliding into the seat next to Jennifer, who pushed her leather purse against the wall and scooched over to give Felicia room.
Mimi laughed. "You mean about the scandal?"
"Who hasn't heard?" Jennifer leaned over and gave Felicia a sideways hug.
"When Dave told me, I thought he was kidding," Felicia said. "Kitty hasn't even been in the ground a year."
Lisa nodded. "Well, Norm was probably just lonely. He needed the companionship."
"Then buy a dog," Jennifer suggested. "Of course," she said, getting tickled, "then people would talk about dogs and a Katt living together!"
The other women groaned.
"It would have to be for companionship." Felicia playfully nudged Jennifer in the shoulder. "He just met the woman. He couldn't love her, could he?"
"From what I heard," Mimi said matter-of-factly, "she's more like a girl."
"Ladies!" Lisa smiled but looked a little uncomfortable.
Jennifer knew Lisa was construing this turn as gossipy. Sweet Lisa, Jennifer thought, looking at her friend, seated across the table from her. Always taking the high road. You'd think after three years of us all being friends, we would have picked up some of her good traits.
"Well, well." A loud, brassy voice interrupted Jennifer's thoughts. Their plump, gruff-sounding waitress, Gracie, was standing over their table, pulling out the order pad from the white apron around her ample thighs. "Glad to see little Miss Señora made it today."
Felicia pulled back in mock offense. "Hey, I'm only five minutes late!"
"Yeah, yeah." A slight smile crossed Gracie's face. She jutted her chin out toward Felicia. "I'm likin' you without all the high-and-mighty outfits and shoes and whatnot."
Everyone at the table laughed. Felicia spread her arms in show and bowed her head, as if accepting a standing ovation. Gracie threw back her head and guffawed.
Felicia certainly had changed in the last year since she'd been working from home, Jennifer realized. Her silky black hair, once curled and neatly laying across the top of her shoulders, was now pulled back in a ponytail. And her high-powered business suits and designer shoes had been replaced by a pair of black jeans and a mauve hoodie sweater. Jennifer glanced under the table Well, her boots are still designer, she thought good-naturedly.
"I like you girls." Gracie pulled a pencil from behind her ear. "You're always the highlight of my every-other-Tuesday."
"Well, thank you, Gracie," Mimi said. "And you're ours."
"All right, enough with the chitchat," Gracie said. "Are we all having the regulars?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jennifer and the others chimed in.
Gracie harrumphed. "I don't know why I keep taking out my order pad and pen for you all. Okay, PWs, I'll be back with your drinks."
Jennifer watched Gracie plod off to her next table of customers, several booths toward the front of the café. Jennifer really liked their waitress and knew her three friends did, too. Underneath all Gracie's gruffness lay a heart as big as an ocean. And it was Gracie who had given the women their official group nickname the PWs.
When Jennifer, Mimi, Lisa, and Felicia had started secretly meeting at Lulu's nearly three years before, Gracie had been their waitress. She'd overheard them talking about God and their churches, figured out that they were all pastors' wives, and nicknamed them. She'd gotten a big kick out of the fact that the women all hailing from the southwest Ohio town of Red River would drive forty miles out of their way every other Tuesday to nosh and chat in this little nothing-special dive. Although the PWs never had explained to Gracie that they met that far from home to avoid nosy townsfolk and their church members overhearing their business, their now-seventy-year-old waitress hadn't taken too long to figure out what was going on.
Now Gracie ambled slowly behind the front counter to the rectangular opening between the restaurant and the kitchen. She pounded a bell sitting on the ledge and yelled, "Order in!"
Felicia unfolded her paper napkin and laid it on her lap. "I just can't believe it," she mused, shaking her head. "Norm Katt remarried. To a woman half his age."
"Whom he just met," Mimi reminded everyone.
Jennifer pulled her eyes from watching the cook grab their order ticket and start to read it. Gracie had interrupted a very important news-sharing moment, and Jennifer didn't want to miss any of it.
"And did you hear her name?" Mimi asked.
"Allison." Lisa shook her head, looking as if she were trying to suppress a laugh. "Ally."
As if in a chorus, the women said, "Ally Katt."
"Does the man never learn?" Felicia laughed. "First, he marries Kitty. And now Ally."
"Oh, if they have children!" Jennifer said. "They could name one Fraidy."
Felicia nodded. "Twins, of course, would be named Siamese and Tiger."
"Of course." Jennifer smiled.
"You all are so terrible!" Lisa pushed back her thick, reddish-brown-highlighted hair and fluffed it.
Mimi sighed and patted Lisa on the arm. "Oh, we all know it's just in fun. We really don't mean anything by it, do we, ladies? But you do have to admit, it is funny."
Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head as if to say, "You silly kids." "Has anybody seen her?"
"Not that I know of I mean, except for their church," Jennifer said. "I guess Norm and his new bride came back to town only a couple weeks ago."
"Well," Mimi said, "that kid's got a tough act to follow. As much as Kitty drove us all crazy, her church adored her. Wonder how they'll take to a new pastor's wife?"
"I don't know," Lisa said. "But they'll definitely talk. I hope she knows what she's gotten herself into."
"Did any of us know that when we married pastors?" Mimi asked.
Lisa smiled. "I guess not."
"I sure didn't!" Jennifer said, thinking back to when she and Sam had married, twelve years ago. She had been attending the church as a relatively new Christian when Sam arrived on the scene as pastor. "Being a church member and being a pastor's wife are two entirely different things."
"I didn't marry a pastor," Felicia said. "If you recall, I married a businessman who decided several years into his career that he was called to be a pastor. I didn't get that vote."
Gracie walked toward them, carrying a tray of drinks. She set it down on the edge of their table. "I'm getting too old for this. Can you believe they still make me carry my own trays? And my shoulder all messed up from that fall back in December?"
Gracie had taken a tumble on some ice outside Lulu's one evening after work a few months back and hurt her shoulder and hip.
"Is that still bothering you, Gracie?" Felicia asked.
"I still go to therapy for it, but you know those doctors. You can't trust 'em." She handed Mimi a glass of milk and passed Lisa an iced tea. Felicia grabbed the remaining two glasses, each filled with Diet Coke, and handed one to Jennifer.
"Hey!" Gracie said. "You trying to deprive me of my hard-earned tip?"
"Sorry!" Felicia joked. "But you know I'm working from home now. I need all the money I can get."
"Well, you'd better find a better table. These girls are tighter than a duck's behind with their money." She pulled four straws out of her right apron pocket and plopped them in the center of the table.
"I'll be back." She winked, then pulled up the tray against her chest and trudged away.
"Can you believe it's been a year since Kitty died?" Lisa tore the paper off her straw and crumpled it.
"I know," Jennifer said. "I kind of miss her. All the snarky comments about how insignificant our churches were compared to hers. The patronizing tone. The condescending looks."
"I'm serious!" Lisa said. "It was tragic."
"I know." Jennifer sipped her soda. "Believe me, I wish she hadn't died. It wasn't a piece of cake for me going through that miscarriage and being considered a murder suspect in her death all in the same weekend." There I go again, making everything about me, she told herself and inwardly winced.
Felicia rubbed Jennifer's back. That's sweet, Jennifer thought, realizing her friends remembered how difficult that time in her life had been. She'd wanted that baby so badly. And to suffer a miscarriage, have an all-out argument with Kitty, threaten her, then have her up and fall down a ravine and break her neck...It had been devastating.
"Let's be honest." Mimi dabbed a trace of milk at the corner of her mouth. "We didn't like her. But she didn't deserve what happened to her. Life has been calmer and more sane and relaxing since she's been "
"It was a year ago yesterday," Felicia said. "St. Patrick's Day weekend. At the pastors' wives' retreat."
"That reminds me!" Mimi brightened and reached under the table. She pulled up her large purse/diaper bag and dug into its depths. In her hands appeared two shamrock-and-cross-covered eggs that were the brightest kelly green Jennifer had ever seen. She laid them on the table and reached back in, producing one more. "From Megan. She wanted me to make sure to give these to you. We combined two holidays in one St. Patrick's Day and Easter, since that's this weekend."
"Carys will like this." Jennifer picked one up and set it on top of her purse.
"I wonder what she looks like?" Felicia took another of the eggs and placed it by her drink.
"Who?" Lisa asked.
"Norm's new wife."
"I wonder if she'll come to the next pastors' wives' meeting at New Life next month?"
"I already called and invited her. She's coming." Lisa tore open a packet of sugar and dumped it into her tea.
The table fell silent as Jennifer, Mimi, and Felicia all stared openmouthed at their friend.
"What?" Lisa asked.
She really doesn't know why we're shocked, Jennifer realized.
"You've been holding out on us, girlfriend!" Mimi said.
"Spill it," Felicia said.
"What? There's nothing to tell, really." Lisa fidgeted a little in her seat. "I called her last Friday. We didn't talk that long. I just congratulated her on her wedding, welcomed her to Red River and to being a pastor's wife, then invited her to next month's meeting." She looked around the table. "Okay. She did sound young...and very perky. And...she giggled a lot."
Jennifer, Felicia, and Mimi eyed one another knowingly. Yep, Jennifer thought, this is going to be a fun meeting next month. How in the world did Norm go from hard-edged, superior Kitty to an early-twenties cheerleader?
"Wonder what Kitty would think?" Felicia asked.
Lisa shrugged. "I'd hope she'd be glad that Norm found someone who loves him and is going to take care of him."
Before Jennifer could say anything, Gracie arrived with their food.
"All right, PWs, quit your yakking and help me unload this thing." Gracie pulled the first plate off the tray and handed it to Mimi. Mimi looked at the tuna melt and strip of cantaloupe and passed it on to Lisa. Jennifer's was next, with her chicken strips and fries. Then Felicia took her Caesar salad. Last was Mimi's hamburger.
They got their food situated, passing the ketchup and salt, then Felicia offered grace.
Mimi shoved a fry in her mouth and savored it. "I love Milo, but I gotta tell you, it's nice to eat a full meal without messy little fingers grabbing something on my plate."
Felicia poured the dressing over her salad. "I know what that's like. Oh, the peace and quiet and adult conversation!"
Jennifer smiled as she thought of eleven-month-old Carys doing that same thing. But her thoughts drifted back to Kitty and the week following her death. Jennifer had been considered although not officially a murder suspect and had had to endure detectives following her around, treating her like a criminal, until they determined Kitty's death had been an accident.
"Remember last year when those detectives were following me around?" Jennifer asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
With their mouths all full, the others could only nod and say, "Mmm-hmmm."
"Well, it's happening again. At least I think it is."
"What?" Mimi half choked and plopped her burger onto her plate. She pounded on her chest with her fist as if trying to move the meat down her esophagus. "Detectives are following you around?"
"I don't know who it is. But I keep seeing this black town car everywhere I go. Just glimpses of it, really. But..." Jennifer knew the whole thing sounded crazy. And verbalizing it made it sound even more outlandish. Maybe I'm just making this up. "Never mind. It's...probably nothing." She tried to laugh it off. "Just my overactive imagination. You know, with all the sleep deprivation and everything."
"Oh, yeah, I can relate," Mimi said. But she tilted her head toward Jennifer. "You okay? I mean, if somebody is following you..."
"Why would somebody follow you?" Felicia asked.
"That's just it." Jennifer swirled her chicken strip in her barbecue sauce. "I don't know. I can't think of one plausible explanation."
"Maybe it's a church member trying to dig up dirt on you." Felicia smiled and patted Jennifer's arm.
Jennifer laughed. "No, that would be Lisa with that problem."
Lisa lifted her napkin to hide her face, then let it droop to just below her eyes. Wide-eyed, she looked around the diner frantically. They all laughed, but Jennifer knew Lisa was trying to put up a good front. Lisa had lost fifteen pounds in the last six months, and the sparkle in her hazel eyes had lost its shine. Poor Lisa, Jennifer thought. God, take care of this situation at her church. They don't deserve this. They're good people.
"What's going on with your church?" Jennifer asked, partly to take the focus from herself, and partly because she hadn't heard an update in a while.
Lisa dropped the napkin back to her lap and shrugged. "Same old, same old. At least Joel is still the pastor though I don't know for how much longer. He's meeting with the head troublemaker next week to confront him."
That's not going to be easy. Although Jennifer and Sam had had their share of church member issues, they'd never gone through major conflict, as Lisa and her husband, Joel, were now. She ached for them.
Lisa continued. "I just wish...you know, if these people are so upset, why do they cause such trouble? Why not just leave? Why make it into a huge power struggle?"
"Because" Mimi leaned over until her shoulder was touching Lisa's "and you should know this better than any of us, Miss Assemblies of God, this is called spiritual warfare. The enemy doesn't want the church to be vibrant and powerful in the community. He'd rather take down a church from the inside out than have it succeed."
"Oh, sure, look at it from a spiritual perspective, why don't you?" Felicia smiled gently.
"It's hard to do that, though, isn't it?" Jennifer asked. "Especially when the hurt is so deep."
"Well, sweetie, you know you're in our prayers." Mimi wrapped her arm around Lisa and squeezed.
Lisa just nodded and looked down. Jennifer could tell her friend was embarrassed, because she'd quickly wiped at her eyes.
"How are things in your life?" Jennifer asked Felicia, trying to take some of the pressure off Lisa.
"Actually, can't complain right now." Felicia swirled around some more dressing in her salad but didn't look anyone in the eyes. "My clients are happy. I mean, there are challenges working at home. Mostly because everybody thinks that since I'm home, I'm, you know, sitting around watching Dr. Phil and just waiting for someone to put me to good use."
"Oh, yes." Mimi laughed. "Been there. Everybody thinks that we live to serve, huh? Okay, well, we do, actually at least that's what my kids tell me but still!" She laughed again.
"So that's been a bit of a challenge. But other than that, things are...good." Felicia held up crossed fingers. "Enjoy the peace while I can, right?"
Jennifer waited to see if Felicia would say any more. She got the sense something else was going on with Felicia but knew her friend would speak up when the time was right.
Lisa must have thought the same, because she turned to Mimi. "And how about you? How's Dad doing?"
"Awwk." Mimi rolled her eyes. "As ornery as ever. One of the conditions for Dad staying with us is that he's supposed to attend his AA meetings. He's still attending, but he's also still drinking. He does it on the sly, as if he thinks we don't notice. I don't know what to do, honestly. We can't kick him out; he's got no place else to go."
"Where's your mom?" Felicia asked.
"She's down in Kentucky, staying with her sister. She's definitely not interested in taking him back. And I don't blame her. Life with my father has never been easy. But when he ran off to California with that woman...I can't say I'd take him back either, if he were my husband."
"So instead," Jennifer said, feeling a little bitter, "you, the daughter, have to take him in and parent him."
Mimi half chuckled. "Yep. My sister made it clear she wasn't interested. So I'm it."
"Doesn't that tick you off?" Jennifer said.
"Sometimes, yes. But you know, I'm the responsible one." She tucked her short, blond hair behind her ears, something she did whenever she was stressed or frustrated about something. "Plus, Mark and I have been trying to look at it from a spiritual perspective. He's my dad and he needs the Lord."
Just like my mother. Jennifer tried to push the thought aside.
"Is he going to church with you yet?" Felicia asked.
"No, that's one thing he refuses to do. But we keep working on him. It's really cute to see Megan reprimanding him about not attending."
Jennifer could picture Mimi's precocious six-year-old giving her grandfather a lecture about loving Jesus and getting saved.
Gracie reappeared and dropped the check on the table. "Here's your parting gift, ladies. Hope you have a good week and those preacher husbands of yours treat you all right."
"Hey, how's your sister doing, Gracie?" Lisa asked as Gracie started to turn away.
Gracie grimaced and a shadow crossed her face. Jennifer knew Gracie's sister had been diagnosed with breast cancer a year ago and had gone through surgery and chemo.
"Not good. She just went to the doc last week. It's back, and vicious."
"I thought she had it beat," Jennifer said.
"We thought so, too, but when she went in for a checkup, they found it. It's in her bones and I don't know where all."
"Oh, Gracie, we're so sorry." Mimi touched Gracie's hand. Gracie squeezed it and held on.
"Oh, Gracie," Jennifer murmured.
"That's terrible," said Lisa.
Felicia just shook her head, her face concerned.
"I'm flying down to Florida next week to be with her," Gracie said. "So I guess I won't see you next time."
"We'll be praying for your sister and for you," Lisa said.
Gracie nodded and let go of Mimi's hand. "I know you will. If God hears anybody, I know it's you four women. Pray hard, will ya? Maybe he'll take pity on an old, crotchety woman and her sister." She winked, then turned and walked slowly away.
Jennifer and the others looked at one another but didn't say anything for a moment.
"I had no idea." Felicia's eyes followed Gracie as she tended to her other customers on the opposite side of the restaurant.
"She didn't let on at all that something was up," Mimi said, looking amazed by how well Gracie had covered up her pain.
"Maybe we should pray for her and her sister right now," Lisa suggested.
Jennifer and the others agreed. There was no better time and place to pray.
Katt's in the Cradle © 2009 by Ginger Kolbaba and Christy Scannell
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
i loved this book will be reading the rest of the series.
It's time to head back to Lulu's Cafe and meet up again with the ladies of the Pastors Wives Club. The story is once again a mixture of humor and seriousness and the four women tackle their own personal problems as well as those coming from their church families. It's a bit strange not have have Kitty around, making snide remarks and thinking she is holier than everyone else. However, not to fear, as her husband has remarried a younger Kitty-clone who seems to share too much info about what goes on in the bedroom. The two stories I found to be most interesting this time around were Jennifer's and Lisa's. It's interesting because throughout the entire series, these two women have been my favorite with the most intriguing story lines. Jennifer's story had a mystery surrounding it plus it was nice to see Father Scott again. Lisa's story was highly emotional and extremely frustrating. From the beginning of the series, I've never liked their congregation and this book just solidified my views on them. Her family was very brave and strong to stick through the conflict. Lesser souls would have caved but they did not. Mimi's story involving her dad will probably ring true for some readers who have dealt with alcoholic family members. It's heart wrenching to see someone constantly hurt themselves and there's nothing you can do to stop them. I unfortunately did not find Felicia's story to be very interesting. It almost felt as if the authors felt like they had run out of story ideas for her character and just threw something together. There's nothing wrong with her situation but it just felt rather boring compared to the other three. There was a lack of drama or conflict. I did enjoy the scenes where all the pastor's wives in the area got together and finally realized that it was ok to become real with one another and share their burdens. It's sad how much pressure people put on pastor's wives and other members of the family simply because they are related to preacher. Overall I really enjoyed this book. It was an extremely fast read for me and I'm sorry that the series has ended. Reading this series has broadened my outlook on the family's of pastors and given me more compassion and understanding towards them. We shouldn't put them on a pedestal or have such high expectations on them. They are human beings just like the rest of us and should be treated as such. I really recommend this entire series for both a fun read and a learning experience at the same time.
The PW (Pastor's Wives) are meeting at Lulu's Cafe in order to strengthen their support system. It's difficult being a pastor's wife in a small town, who do you turn to when you need support? Who else understands the pressures and stresses that the job brings? The writers have given these wives very down to earth characters and problems and emotions. This second book expands on their lives but at the same time can stand alone if you haven't read the first one. The four women who come from dysfunctional homes that have turned them into perfectionists, the ones who have children with all their problems or can't have children and the problems that brings, and the one whose husband is the pastor of a church that is in the midst of a spiritual attack. This is their story. The story is well written and easy to follow. The women are shown as very human in that they have their times of doubt and their times of trying to take control of their lives away from God and into their own hands, just like the rest of us. I do wish it had been called something other than Katt's since I kept waiting for more about the new Mrs. Katt. If it had been called anything else I would have enjoyed it more but I kept waiting and looking for more about her and I found that distracting and disappointing. Because of that I have decided that it is a 3 1/2 star book.
5 stars Reviewed by Cindy Loven Four PW's (pastor's wives) meeting secretly at Lulu's Cafe, 40 miles from their hometown for 3 years, is the beginning and setting of this wonderful book. Four women who form a fast friendship, through their monthly pastor's wife meetings, who lean on each other during the good times and bad. And as pastor's wives, the bad times often outweigh the good. Meet Lisa, Jennifer, Felicia and Mimi as they struggle through the day to day life of living in the spotlight of ministry. Lisa's family is under attack, Jennifer is being followed, Mimi is taking care of her alcoholic father, and Felicia is in the middle of a expanding the family decision. Each PW, different in personality, but strong in their faith, reaching out to others and each other along the way. Mentoring a young new PW, Allison Katt (called Ally by her friends), the PW's find humor and they also find closeness with other ministry wives. A wonderfully, realistically written book gives everyone a glimpse of the lives of ministry families, their struggles, their fears, their hopes and their realness. A great book, with humor and sadness along the way. Though a part of a series, and the allusion to a previous story, this book stands alone, without having read the other story. It does, however make you want to read that other story. I give this book a 5 star rating. 305 pages 13.99 US
In KATT'S IN THE CRADLE, we revisit the pastor wives and Lulu's cafe. Challenges have been met, and new ones risen. A young new wife enters the mix, pointing out to Mimi, Lisa, Felicia, and Jennifer how naive they used to be, and putting a crimp in the Pastor Wives' Fellowship. Can the four friends draw everyong together beneath the umbrella of their faith? Can they support each other when disaster and surprise threaten to bury them beneath a heavy weight? Ginger Kolbaba & Christy Scannell deliver again a fun story of marriage, friendship, faith, and holding it all together. Through this story we learn the value of strong friendships with other women, and how we can rely on our friends when our faith is tested.
This book was just okay for me. But in all fairness, I think it would have made a tremendous difference if I had the opportunity to read the first two books Desperate Pastors' Wives and A Matter of Wife and Death first. I liked the writing style - it was very flowing and easy to read and understand. The problems that the four wives were having were things that have probably happened somewhere at sometime - so it was realistic, except that I am not sure they would all be going on at the same time. When I first started reading the book, the characters kept getting jumbled up in my mind. Again,I attribute this to not reading the first two books. There is a nice synopsis of each wife at the beginning of the book, though, so I referred to it quite often in the beginning. I did like that it made me think about how I treat or even think about my friends and family. I hope that I do not devalue their feelings or ambitions just because it might be different from my own. It also showed me how necessary it is to show Christ's love in all encounters.
In Red River, knowing they always must be on super exemplary behavior, the four pastors' wives desperately meet once a month for a couple hours at Lulu's café figuratively as a MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH to share what they cannot with others. The quartet has an opportunity to release emotions as they let their respective hair down. Felicia Lopez-Morrison's family is flying in from L.A. to help her though she prefers they stay home. Their feud is not endearing and could cause problems for her spouse Dave with their First Baptist Church congregation. Mimi Plaisance's alcoholic father has joined the overcrowded household already including his daughter, her spouse Mark and their four preadolescent kids. He refuses to abide by the house rules causing conflict with his family and the neighbors. Jennifer Shore feels sandwiched as she struggles with being a mother to her adopted eleven month old baby at a time when her mother suffering from bi-polar is mentally deteriorating. She balances all that while working part-time at the Red River Community Church where her husband Sam is pastor. Parents of two teens, Lisa and her husband Joel are caught in a church feud that looks ready to split the flock of the Red River Assembly God apart. Once again the quartet meets to release some tension and reduce stress caused by being DESPERATE PASTORS' WIVES sharing with one another (and readers) their trials and tribulations. Rotating perspective over the month of April between the four women, fans will gain insight as to how a pastor's wife sees their role especially from inside the fish bowl with the flock outside looking in at them. Once again well written, the latest lunch at Lulu's Café is an entertaining character driven tale that is more a series of vignettes than a novel, but fun and informative as talking to peers drowning in a similar sea helps keep a person afloat. Harriet Klausner