Meander Scar

Meander Scar

by Lisa J. Lickel
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Meander Scar by Lisa J. Lickel

Love can heal even the deepest scars ...

After seven years with no clue as to the whereabouts of Ann Ballard's missing husband, nearly everyone presumes him dead. Now forty-something, Ann is ready for her stagnant life to flow again. Then one day, a dark-haired younger man from her past shows up on her doorstep offering a river of hope in place of tears.

Former neighbor Mark Roth has secretly loved Ann for years. A respected attorney, he's returned home to help Ann face down disapproving family members and the legal maneuvering of her likely deceased husband's family-while quietly winning her heart.

When the hidden truth of Ann's situation turns their lives on end and another tragedy strikes, the two must come to terms with family, faith and the depths to which true love can run.

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"Plot twists and turns make MEANDER SCAR a romantic read. I enjoyed the characters and how love and forgiveness always matter the most in the end."
Julie Scudder Dearyan
Senior editor of Victory in Grace magazine

"Lisa Lickel has written an unforgettable tale of love -- and life. It's a real page-turner."
Author Andrea Boeshaar

"Lisa Lickel is a shining star of women's fiction! To let go of her scarred past Ann Ballard must trust the one man who has loved her forever, but at what price?MEANDER SCAR is an emotional read that will yank your heartstrings long after you've finished reading."
Award-winning Author Linda Wichman

"Lisa Lickel is an author to watch. Never before have I read a story like this; a beautiful love story that moved me emotionally because of the message. It has a similar tone to Nicholas Sparks and there is emotion packed into every scene. The faith element is raw, honest, and bold. The writing is gripping and pulls you right in. The romance is absolutely breathtaking and powerfully done. I loved this story so much it's making my best fiction for 2010 list. I could not put this wonderful novel down. It really makes you think hard about your life and the people you love. That, in my opinion, is what makes a novel like this one so great."
Michelle Sutton, Edgy Christian Fiction

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781934912232
Publisher: Black Lyon Publishing
Publication date: 02/15/2010
Pages: 226
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.52(d)

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CHAPTER 1

Ann Ballard jerked awake, shaken by a rumble she felt clear to her bones. A dazzling flash of light burned her retinas when she glanced through the living room window. She jumped and felt her heart stutter at the roll of thunder that rattled the panes of glass.

At least she'd been saved from sinking into the nightmare again. Three times in a row, whenever she'd closed her eyes she dreamed of being trapped in a swampy pool on the banks of the winding Black Earth Creek, helplessly watching her son Ritchie and his friend Trey struggle against a current. The fact that the creek was not that big in real life didn't seem to matter in her dream.

Ann tossed aside the afghan that had been covering her feet and stood. Only little old ladies took naps in the afternoon. What was the matter with her? The magazine she'd been reading slipped to the floor, sending the photograph she used as a bookmark spilling out. She snatched up the picture before it bent. She knew what sleeping during the day would lead to: wandering her big empty house at night, wide awake and scaring herself silly at every creak. Probably another headache, too. One that would take two days of head-banging and nausea to get over.

Another crack of lightning sent her scurrying to the kitchen. Dinner. Make dinner. Anything to distract herself from the storm. Speaking of which ... Ann stopped in front of the cupboard and rubbed her arms. Where had she stored the battery-operated lantern? Were the power cells charged and ready? She hadn't swept the basement all summer and hoped she wouldn't have to wade through curtains of cobwebs if the severe weather forced her to take shelter down there.

Long ago, her first thoughts in inclement weather went to protecting her family. Since she'd been alone, wondering who would come to her rescue if she became trapped like those Chinese earthquake victims was turning into a sour hobby — especially on weekends when her niece Maeve was gone.

One thing she knew for sure: her mother-in-law wouldn't be the first in line to save her. Maybe Ritchie would care. After a few days anyway, when she was due for supper at his and Colleen's house in Portage and didn't show up with the casserole.

The doorbell rang. Ann walked down the hall, grinning at the thought of Donna, her mother-in-law who hadn't liked being a grandmother, becoming a great-grandmother. She fingered the colored square of paper in her hand while she pushed aside the filmy panel covering the sidelights to check out her visitor.

Bonus. A beautiful, dark-haired man stood on her step. Almost any company would be a welcome interruption. Ann opened the door to a gust of chilled wet breeze. Goose bumps rose at the sudden drop of temperature the coming storm brought. A scurrying rustle of dried leaves swirled on the unswept deck of her pillared front porch. Rain slashed at his little car on the brick drive.

Did she recognize him? Something about the nose ... the photograph! Ann resisted the urge to compare her picture with her guest.

The man's lips tilted into a practiced smile as he held out a hand. "Mrs. Ballard? Ann? Do you remember me? Mark? I'm Mark Roth. Trey's brother? We lived next door."

Yes, yes. That was it. He squatted at the edge of the frame in her photograph of Ritchie and Trey in fifth grade with a catch of bluegills. How could she have forgotten Mark's eyes? Even when he'd been a high schooler, those eyes had been the talk of the neighborhood ladies. Arresting blue, the iridescent color of bluebird feathers, Patricia from across the way used to say. Patricia always had been a bit of a nature freak.

Ann put a hand to her mouth and held up the picture with the other. "Well, this is amazing. I was just cleaning Ritchie's closet and thinking about the boys and their fishing and found this photograph." What on earth made her say such a ridiculous thing? "Oh, you don't care about that. Please, come in."

Ann pulled the door wide and gestured. He'd filled out from the wiry athlete who took the basketball team to a regional championship. How many years had passed since she last saw him? Ritchie's high school graduation. Mark had gone east to college and stayed except for an occasional visit. After Trey's accident a few years later, the Roths moved away from Wisconsin.

When Mark's broad back was turned, Ann smoothed her hair and tugged her blouse straight, took a deep breath and prayed her deodorant was still working.

Mark preceded her into the living room and, with sweet attentiveness in his enchanting smile and raised brows, waited until she'd taken a seat before he settled into a place of his own. Wow — no one had manners like that anymore. She perched on the edge of one of the oxblood club chairs on either side of the formal brocade sofa. "Well, how are you? It's been a long time. Are you visiting friends?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I've moved back to town. Just a week ago, as a matter of fact."

"You moved from Virginia? So, you quit your job? I'm afraid your parents and I haven't kept up much, just a note once in a while, since their ... retirement."

Out of the corner of her eye, Ann saw the rumpled stack of newspapers she'd left on the end table and a cobweb hanging from the lamp shade. Unexpected company rarely happened. Shame! How could she have let the place go? She looked back at her guest before he answered. "I've accepted a position with Jung and Royce."

A tingle of surprise made her raise her eyebrows at the name of the well-known private law firm here in Clayton. Unfortunately, she and Gene had required their services more than once to yank Ritchie out of some scrape. That, besides their general legal business. "Todd Royce was a golfing partner of my husband Gene's. I hope it works out for you. They must think highly of your abilities."

Mark turned his head toward the cold gas fireplace. He shrugged and faced her again. "I've had a few successes. I hoped to catch up on news from the old neighborhood. I heard Ritchie and Colleen are expecting a baby. And I wondered how you were doing."

Ann nodded and smiled. "I'm well. It's nice of you ask. And excited for Ritchie, even though that will make me a grandmother." Ann jumped back to her feet like some excitable rabbit. "Forgive me. Why don't I find us a something to snack on?" She started down the hall only to hear him follow her.

Her kitchen, with its seldom used gleaming copper-bottomed pots and dark flecked granite countertops, felt small and cold. She flipped a switch to light the sink area and the swag over the breakfast table set in front of the patio doors. She and Gene used to do a lot of entertaining. In fact, Ann used to do a lot of things, but it seemed that no one wanted half a couple in the spotlight. Maybe they thought her circumstances were contagious.

Snacks. Right. Ann checked the chrome refrigerator, although she knew exactly what she had in there: a quart of skim milk three days past the due date, some yogurt, old tortillas, and leftovers from the church guild lunch meeting a week ago. Drat. The refrigerator fairy hadn't visited. Cooking for one didn't call for a stockpile of food. Maeve always ate on campus. Ann closed the door with a grimace. Stalling for time she asked, "How do you like being a lawyer?"

Mark settled back against the counter and folded his arms.

Ann let her eyelids half close as she studied him. She tried to keep her breathing even, to direct her heartbeats to remain steady. Mark was definitely no longer the sweet polite young man from next door, but an adult in his ... let's see ... thirties? He was nine years older than Ritchie and Trey; which made him nearly thirty-five. Eleven years younger than she. And he didn't resemble any of the staid lawyers she did business with at Ballard, Gorman and Wicht, Gene's company, where she worked as a CPA two days a week.

Eleven years ... not so many. Men married much younger women all the time. In fact, just last year ... Stop it. Where did that come from? Ann watched Mark's lips move, answering her question, while she stood there like a smitten idiot. Thinking ridiculous dreamy scenarios. Watching him like a lusty lonely widow — which she was not. A widow, anyway.

But he was pleasant to look at. His smooth face showed more character lines than her son's. His deep chest and flat stomach under the soft gray dress shirt and dark pleated slacks hinted at regular workouts, something the swimmer in her appreciated. She tuned back in to his words.

"I love helping people solve their problems, especially the folks who've been victimized. You know, the easy targets. I worked for a grassroots group last year who represented landowners over an abandoned mine land property dispute with a reclamation company."

Ann tore her gaze away and hunted for clean glasses in the cupboard to his right. "So, you sound like you're settling in." He wasn't likely to find too many victims to help at Todd Jung's prestigious firm, but she kept her mouth shut. "Is it hard to change firms? Or does everyone do business pretty much the same way?"

Mark took the two tumblers she grabbed and turned on the tap. "The work I do, estate planning and business law, has to work across multiple states, but every firm has its own way of handling clients."

Ann looked for ice cubes, hoping they hadn't evaporated since the Fourth of July, the last time she knew she had any. They took their glasses to the kitchen table. Lightning crackled outside her patio. She gasped at the immediate report of thunder.

Mark pulled her chair out for her. "Close one."

Ann focused on his calm expression and relaxed. "Seems like this has been going on for long enough already."

"I listened to the radio on the way over here. Sounds like a quick-moving storm. Should be out of here soon."

They watched the play of cloud-to-cloud lightning for a few minutes. Like Mark said, the clouds scudded along. He told her about some of the spectacular storms he'd witnessed in the hills around Lynchburg. Ann circled the rim of her glass with her finger, trying to think of something witty and mature to say. It'd been years since she'd had a personal conversation with a man to whom she wasn't related. "You must have liked it there in Virginia to have stayed so long."

"I always planned to return to Wisconsin. I consider it home."

"And now you're moving up the ladder."

"Mr. Jung knows I want to spend a certain amount of my time doing pro bono work. He thinks it'll be good for the firm's image. Plenty of folks need help around the Madison area."

Ann read the tautness of her guest's expression. Touchy. Okay, time to change the subject. "So, you're back in Clayton. It's really good to see you. I'm sure Ritchie and Colleen will be happy to know you're nearby. And, um, your other friends. I thought you were engaged?" Ann looked for a wedding ring. Nope. Well, not all men wore one. "Did you get married? Is she with you?" Ann tried to recall the name Tiffany Roth linked him with in one of her Christmas cards.

"We'll have time to catch up. I hoped you were available to celebrate my new job with me. You were one of few people from my past who always believed in me, supported me."

Ann's back went straight with surprise. "Me?" She shook her head, brow furrowed. "I didn't do anything special."

Mark smiled. "More than you know. How about we talk over dinner? I'm hungry."

One of the few people from his past ... in her opinion, Mark's father and stepmother had shamefully neglected both Trey and Mark while they spent all their time on their Internet business. All Ann had done was attend a few of Mark's games and make sure he'd been welcome in her home.

This grown man was different from the boy next door. Ann knew Mark Roth, and yet she didn't. Exciting? What was the matter with her? This nice young man simply wanted to be polite and touch bases with people he used to know. And maybe he was lonely if his wife had stayed in Virginia to wrap things up. The least she could do was eat a meal with him, for old times' sake. She knew better than anyone that eating alone wasn't much fun. And he was obviously proud of his new job. "Of course I'll celebrate with you. There's a new buffet place we could try."

Ann didn't protest when Mark ushered her to his newer model metallic blue Mazda. Not that she embarrassed easily, but the little Ford she'd traded for her Beemer showed its age.

She knew she'd chosen wrong when they entered the crowded lobby of the restaurant. The place was a madhouse decorated in fake Wild West. Had the storm made everyone crazy to get out? Mark smiled grimly as he folded his wallet back in his pocket after paying the cashier. He picked up a cafeteria tray with their soft drinks in chipped plastic cups and flatware wrapped in a paper napkin. The cafeteria din made her clench her jaw.

Mark led the way into the main dining room and indicated a far corner with his elbow. "I think I see a free table." They seated themselves. Ann wished the place would wash away and take her along. At least she wasn't trying to make some kind of impression on him, as if he were a prospective client. Or a candidate for a romance. She looked at him, hoping he could see how sorry she was for choosing such a raunchy restaurant. Mark mouthed something she couldn't quite hear.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

A young waitress with a nose ring arrived, setting a basket of greasy-looking rolls on the table. She lingered, eyeing Mark as she might the dessert table while reminding them to take a clean plate whenever they visited the buffet. Ann wondered how Mark's wife would have treated the girl and sat up straight, squinting with what she hoped was a disapproving frown. Now she felt more like a mother protecting her naive son. She lost the frown when he spoke.

"You must enjoy the food here," Mark said after the young woman left.

"I've never been here. Ritchie and Colleen said they liked it." Ann took a deep breath and risked a sip of the cloudy iced tea she'd ordered. She couldn't see Mark bringing his wife here. What kind of person was he married to, anyway? "So, um, Allison." That was her name! "Isn't she here with you? Did you leave her to settle things in Virginia before she comes?"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you."

Ann was pretty sure he'd heard, but no way was she going to shout her question again. She already sounded like a busybody grandma. "Do you ... do you —"

Mark cut in. "Let's see what they have to eat."

Ann scavenged without much success through the commingled aromas of steaming platters and bins of canned and diced and fried-looking bits. Mark did not appear to have fared much better, she noted, when they returned to their table. Mark looked around, as if waiting for something.

Ann turned her head, too, but did not see anyone she knew.

When she faced him again, his eyes were closed. Ah. Praying. That church youth group he'd attended in high school must have left a lasting impression. She briefly copied him. When he looked up at her again with a peaceful expression, she picked up her fork. Dare she ask about Allison again? Ann decided on a safer topic. "How are your parents?"

"Parents?" He cocked an ear toward her. "Dad and Tiffany are well as ever, if that's what you asked. Golfing every day."

They gave up trying to converse through the ruckus after that. She couldn't think of anything to say to him on the way home. Since her ears were still ringing with the noisy chatter and clank of dishes, she appreciated the quiet. Within an hour after they left Ann's, Mark drove back into her driveway. He stopped the car and went around to open the passenger door for her. Another of his quaint mannerisms few practiced anymore.

Ann hesitated after he closed the car door. "Thank you. I ... I can't recall the last time ... well, anyway, I apologize for tonight. You must let me make amends."

Mark accompanied her across the driveway to the dark front door. "Yes, I'd like that. Soon." They arrived on her front step. "But I think I'll choose the place."

"Would you like to come in?"

What made her ask that? She stopped mid-reach with her key. "I'm sorry, never mind me. You're tying to make connections with people you knew before. Not that I remember everyone, but maybe I can help if you're trying to track down someone in particular." She felt his long stare. Maybe he was just as embarrassed as she was, caught at trying to flirt. Flirt? Oh, goodness. A little old married lady chatting up a nice married young man. If there couldn't be a flood to swallow her, how about an earthquake? Could things get any worse?

"Thank you, that's kind of you," Mark said. "I'm slowly finding my way again. But I'd like to have some coffee, if the invitation's still open. We didn't get much of a chance to talk back there."

(Continues…)



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Meander Scar 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
NMusch More than 1 year ago
Lisa Lickel captured my attention big time with her themes in Meander Scar, a contemporary novel from Black Lyon Publishing involving an older woman still married to her missing husband, and the much younger man who's come into her life. Ann Ballard is stuck in limbo. She's not a widow, and she's not feeling very married either. She doesn't know if she's been abandoned or if something terrible happened to her husband who's been estranged now for seven years. What she does know is that her mother-in-law controls her husband's business which has Ann's future tied, and a man has come back to town -- a much younger man named Mark Roth who used to be a next-door neighbor friend of her son's -- and he's been carrying a torch for Ann since he was barely out of high school. Of course, no one in Ann's world, especially her son, her sister, or her husband's mother would approve of a relationship between them. And does Ann? She's not sure. All she knows is that she has deep scars. Scars that only love can heal. But there's a mystery here, too. What did happen to Ann's husband, and what will happen when she finds out? Ms. Lickel used a deft hand in taking on this edgy, taboo subject, layering the story in weavings of mystery as the heroine tries to discover the truth about her husband, and desire as the younger man, now a successful attorney, makes his love and longing for her known. There are no easy solutions, which made the story a romantic and realistic read. And... the ending took me by surprise!
ellenmaze More than 1 year ago
Meander Scar is a love story; romantic, touching and inspiring. It's is also a story of devotion, passion and perseverance. Main characters Ann Ballard and Mark Roth feed the flame of their growing love, despite the trials placed upon them by a judgmental public and the tribulations caused by hard-hearted family members. Ann worries she might be a cougar, Mark wonders if he is a pervert. See, even though Mark is in his thirties, Ann is old enough to be his mother (but just barely). She's a little uncomfortable that she knew him as a youngster, when his family lived next door and her son played with Mark's younger brother. This relationship is assaulted by haunting memories of the death of Mark's brother, the mysterious disappearance of Ann's husband, Gene, and a number of mean relatives who have no concern for Ann's personal well-being or happiness. And don't even try to get Mark's parents to understand. Despite all this, the story woven around Mark and Ann is powerful, involving and moving. At times, I became so angry at some of the selfish relatives, I would literally fume-but isn't that what makes this story so real? Each character is a real person, with depth, emotions and all-to-familiar short-comings. I hope you will read this book and walk in Ann's shoes a while. See what it feels like to fall in love, for real-for the first time. And you can go with Mark as he opens himself up completely and utterly to the woman he's loved his entire adult life. This story will stay with you. I know it has stayed with me. Enjoy! Ellen C Maze Author of Christian Paranormal/Fantasy Thrillers Check out RABBIT: CHASING BETH RIDER, a vampire novel like none other!
Danele More than 1 year ago
This book made lovely music! The lines simply jumped off of the pages and sang! Several of the descriptions read like beautiful poetry. The author engaged all of my senses, and through her words, I was able to see, smell, and hear the things that were happening in the story. The characters were believable and very likable. I cheered for them and became deeply interested in their struggles. The plot captured my attention, making me desperately desire a happy ending for Ann and Mark. I enjoyed every minute of this book! I was sorry when it came to an end. I’m looking forward to reading more stories by this author!
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Julie Johnson for Readers Favorite Ann Ballard is tired of the waiting, the loneliness, the questions. Will she ever be able to put her husband to rest? Gene has been missing/dead for years, yet she is still married to him until the courts deem otherwise. If only the mother-in-law would allow it! Just when Ann is at her worst, an old neighbor shows up for a visit. Mark Roth grew up next door to Ann and was her son Ricky's friend. Things became a little tense after Trey (Mark's half brother) died. Mark has now moved back to his hometown to open up a law office and possibly light up some sparks. Is it feasible for a younger man to fall in love with an older woman? I really enjoyed reading this book. I love how the story unfolded between Ann and Mark. The mystery surrounding Gene was also intriguing and I began to wonder what may have really happened. There were a couple of parts in the middle that dragged just a bit (or maybe it was because I wasn't able to read for long periods and the wait was my "non-reading life" calling me away!) The ending will tug at your heart and possibly tear you to pieces! I do think the ending was most appropriate for this story and I am glad that it ended this way. The meaning of "meander scar" and the tie in to the story made it so much more enjoyable! The characters were believable and I felt as though I was in Ann's shoes while reading this book. Highly recommended!
Tracykrausswrtr More than 1 year ago
Meander Scar won last year’s ‘Grace Award’ for women’s fiction and now I know why. This book was nothing short of wonderful. Author Lisa Lickel has crafted an unorthodox romance fraught with complications and intrigue that draws the reader in almost immediately and keeps you guessing right until the very last page. Ann Ballard is an older woman caught in emotional limbo. Her husband went missing years earlier without a trace. He left behind a thriving business but unfortunately his mother, an insensitive, controlling woman, will not release Ann or any of the company’s finances, leaving Ann to struggle to make ends meet. Ann’s grown son Ritchie has also struggled to let go of his father’s memory, but he is now married and about to become a father himself. Enter Mark Roth, a former neighbor who was in high school when Ritchie was a child and whose brother Trey was Ritchie’s best friend. Trey died tragically in an accident and the family left town, but now Mark is back and is a successful lawyer. Although he is eleven years her junior, Mark and Ann fall in love and thus the complications really begin. Mark and Ann face opposition from every angle. Neither of their families approve of the relationship, which is compounded by the fact that Ann’s husband might still be alive. There seems to be some kind of mysterious cover up when it comes to his disappearance and Ann risks betraying everyone she loves in pursuit of the truth. There are plenty of surprises as this story ‘meanders’ its way through one complication after another. Just when we finally think everything will work out for Mark and Ann another unexpected twist occurs. The ending took me by surprise – not unpleasantly, but it was certainly not what I had expected. This book deserves all five stars and more!
bookwormjanet More than 1 year ago
Ann has been trying to get her missing husband declared dead for several years. Her mother-in-law, with her money and power, keep Ann from filing the necessary papers. Her son seems to blame her for his father's disappearance. So their relationship is a bit on the unstable side. One night there is a knock on her front door and she finds Mark standing there. Mark and his family are former neighbors of hers. Mark's younger brother, who died in an accident, was friends with Ann's son, Richie. He has come "home" to practice law and to be close to Ann. It seems he has had feelings for her for many years. Ann likes the attention she gets from Mark but she is still legally married and worried about what other people will think. There is also the fact that she is almost old enough to be his mother. The romance between Ann and Mark is the main story but there is also a secondary suspense story about what happened to Ann's husband. I highly recommend this book! I'll admit the age difference between the two main characters made me a little uncomfortable at first, but when I got into the story I couldn't put it down. There is so much going on and Lisa has written this so beautifully. This is not your typical romance, and for that I was glad! I was provided a PDF copy of "Meander Scar" in exchange for my honest review. I honestly loved this book!!
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onedesertrose More than 1 year ago
For the past seven years, Ann Ballard has had no knowledge of her husband Glen's whereabouts. Assumed dead by many, and even sometimes by Ann, she feels like life must move on. Legally declaring her husband dead has been blocked. Must she live alone for the rest of her life, always haunted by his disappearance, whether he was dead or alive? One day, Mark Roth, a former neighbor's son, shows up on her doorstep. He's been a practicing lawyer out East, and has returned to his home town. Unbeknownst to her, he has secretly loved her since he was in high school. So he looks her up once he'd settled in his new job. There's one major problem: there's more than a decade between their ages, leaving gossips and family flabbergasted. The truth about her husband's whereabouts and a subsequent illness will test the love between Mark and Ann. How strong is their love? What choices will they make? Lisa's book has got to be one of the most tender, touching, romantic love stories I've ever read. The intensity of the characters' feelings and relationships are intricately developed and oh so real-to-life, warts and all. That intensity follows through to the very end of the book. The love and other feelings were very palpable. Lisa touches on a subject of scrutiny in today's society-an older woman marrying a younger man. She weaves a story of how it affects not just Ann and Mark, but her family, their co-workers, and Mark's parents. One can see by her writing how one's choice affects the lives of all those around. As they say, we are not an island unto our own. Issues of faith come up because of the possible issue of being unequally yoked should Ann and Mark marry. Their faith is also tested through the circumstances of unexpected illness and learning of the whereabouts of Ann's husband. Lisa handles the issues in different ways, showing a pastor, co-workers and family exhorting Ann and Mark in these difficult situations. I was hesitant about Ann and Mark developing a relationship since she was officially still married, though her husband's total absence of activity qualified him as being legally dead. I think it was handled by Lisa in a very delicate way. Hard issues, yet true to life issues. A great read! This book was provided by Lisa in exchange for my honest review.
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