Carrie Ann wasn't just Grace's foster sister. Clever, pretty, and mercurial, she was her best friend--until everything went terribly wrong. Now, as she flees an abusive marriage, Carrie Ann has turned to the one person she hopes will come through for her. Despite her initial misgivings, Grace wants to help. But then Carrie Ann and Jake both go missing. Stunned and confused, Grace begins to realize how much of herself she's kept from Jake--and how much of Carrie Ann she never understood. Soon Grace is baited into following a trail of scant clues across Spain, determined to find the truth, even if she must revisit her troubled past to do it. . .
Mary Carter's intriguing novel delves into the complexities of childhood bonds, the corrosive weight of guilt and blame, and all the ways we try--and often fail--to truly know the ones we love.
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"A touching novel." --Publishers Weekly on The Things I Do For You
"This is guaranteed to become one of the books on your shelf that you'll want to read again." --The Free Lance-Star on The Pub Across the Pond
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Meredith Mitchell is an actress who has performed in film, in television, and on stage. Her film work includes Mona Lisa Smile and The Reunion. She has recorded numerous audiobooks, and she earned her MFA in acting from Brandeis University.
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Meet Me in Barcelona
By MARY CARTER
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2014 Mary Carter
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Grace Sawyer had never believed in magic, or miracles for that matter, but that didn't mean a girl couldn't pray for a little bit of both. She'd been praying a lot lately. She stepped into her mother's hospice room and crinkled her nose as the scent of SpaghettiOs and Lysol washed over her. She glanced at her mom's bedside table. Sure enough, sitting too close to the edge was a chipped brown bowl overflowing with SpaghettiOs, paired with an industrial-sized bottle of Lysol. Grace hesitated. Processed food in a can and industrial-sized cleaners were just the kind of things that could trigger an emotional avalanche inside her. This wasn't what life should come to in the end. It wasn't right. If replacing those bits with yellow roses and a nice roast dinner would have changed a single thing about this horrific situation, Grace would have done it lightning quick. This was her mother. The woman who had taken care of everybody else her entire life. Who had opened her heart to homeless, damaged children. She deserved more. But strangely, Lysol and SpaghettiOs were two items Jody Sawyer had insisted on lately. Grace had to fight her instincts, her primal desire to make everything nice, and instead keep each visit as pleasant as possible. She smiled even though neither of her parents had noticed her yet.
Her mother was wide-awake, eyes glued to the television in the corner, where a soap opera blared. Before she had moved into this facility, Jody had never watched a soap opera in her life. She wouldn't have been caught dead eating SpaghettiOs either. The Lysol, on the other hand, was familiar. Grace's mother had spent her entire life within an arm's reach of it. Most likely the product of having a revolving door of foster children. Where were they now? Not a single kid from the past had come to visit Grace's mother. After all she'd done for them. It made Grace rage inside, but her mother hadn't complained about it once.
Her father, Jim, sat next to the bed on his favorite recliner from home. Jim had put up quite a fuss to get them to allow it in the room, and he was extremely proud of the accomplishment. "I put up my dukes!" he'd say with a grin. Then he'd pump his fists in the air. He'd been practically living here since the doctor had given them the latest grim diagnosis. Grace couldn't help but think it was probably a welcome relief for her father's patients. Her father was a psychotherapist, and although he was insightful, Grace had always thought he was a tad too prying. Then again, maybe that was the whole point of going to a shrink. Baring your deepest, darkest secrets. It was Grace's idea of a worst nightmare. "Hi, Dad." Grace walked over and planted a kiss on her father's cheek. He looked almost as thin as her mother. He lowered his newspaper and took off his reading glasses. "Well, hello there, Graceful."
"How is she?"
"In and out."
Grace nodded and slowly approached her mother's bed. "Mom?"
Her mother's eyes didn't leave the television set. "Oh, hello," Jody Sawyer said. "Are you the cleaning lady?"
"Like I said," her father said. "In and out."
"It's me, Mom. I'm your daughter, Grace."
"My daughter doesn't clean," Jody said.
"She's got that right," Jim said.
Grace burst out laughing, then quickly tried to squelch it with a cough. Jody Sawyer pointed to the television and shook her head. She wanted them to be quiet. Grace looked at her father.
"Why don't you wait for a commercial?" he said. He patted the folding chair next to him. Grace sat. "How was your day, sweetheart?"
Grace reached into her bag and removed two McDonald's bags. She handed one to her father. He grasped the bag in one hand and squeezed her hand with the other like she'd brought him champagne and caviar. "Actually pretty wild," she said. "I have news."
"Do you mind?" her father said.
"Go right ahead."
He unwrapped his Big Mac and took a bite. "Mm-mmm," he said. He looked blissful. Grace wanted to bury her face in her sleeve and sob. SpaghettiOs and soap operas, and Mickey D's? Didn't they know they deserved better? They were from such a humble generation. Not like the entitled kids of today. Her parents were simple and good people. Let them enjoy what they enjoy. No use forcing kale or tofu burgers on her father now. Grace forced another smile, then reached into the second bag and handed him a napkin.
He winked at her and dabbed his mouth. Then his eyes went to her ring finger. "Did the boy finally pop the question?"
Grace laughed and stretched out her hand in front of her as if examining it for the first time. She hardly ever wore rings or bracelets; they got in the way of playing the guitar. Maybe now she would start. She would wear silver rings with semiprecious gems, like amber, and big chunky bracelets. Maybe even grow her nails and paint them pink. Was that a good enough trade for giving up on her dream? Grace slipped her hands under her legs as if she could shut out making any decisions by sitting on them. "Not yet. But you're never going to believe this—"
The soap opera went to commercial. A jingle for car insurance came on. "Gracie Ann!" her mother said. She smiled and opened her arms as if Grace had just walked into the room.
"Hi, Mom." Grace got up and hugged her mother. She felt so frail and tiny in Grace's arms. Grace could probably pick her up and carry her around the room without breaking a sweat. Not fair, God! Not fair. "You didn't eat your lunch," Grace said, glancing at the SpaghettiOs.
"She insisted on them," her father said.
"I ate ten Os," her mother said. "I couldn't possibly eat more than ten Os. I have to watch my figure."
"If you stuck her in the middle of a cornfield, crows would land on her," her father said with his mouth full of burger.
"You're not far behind, Dad," Grace said.
"Just how we wanted to spend our golden years. Hanging out in a farmer's field like a couple of straw men," her father mused in between bites.
Anything would be better than this place, Grace thought. She wished she could bring her parents to a beautiful field at the height of autumn. Give them trees with leaves on fire, and hay that shone like gold underneath an afternoon sun. Give them the smell of apples and the embrace of a warm wind.
"You look beautiful, Grace," her mother said. Jody Sawyer reached up with a trembling hand and touched the pearls around Grace's neck. "Is it your birthday?"
"In a few weeks, Mom."
"Happy birthday, darling."
"How old are you now? Thirteen?"
"I'm turning thirty," Grace said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm all better now, Gracie. I can go home now." Jody Sawyer looked at her husband Jim, as if expecting him to start packing up the room.
"I don't think today, Mom," Grace said. Or ever. As much as she tried to shut it out, Grace could hear the doctor's voice in her head in a constant loop. Maybe a month, six months at the most, we can't say for sure. All we can do now is make her comfortable.
Make her comfortable? Was there any comfort in knowing you had six months, maybe one?
"Gracie said she has some news," Jim said.
Her mother clasped her hands under her chin. "I love news," she said. "And fries," she called to her husband.
Grace nodded at her father. He picked up the second bag, then passed it up to Jody. It was odd. If Grace gave her the fries before she asked for them, her mother wouldn't touch them. If Grace waited until Jody voiced a desire for them, Jody ate every single one. Just one of the little mysteries of dementia. What a double whammy. The doctors weren't sure if fighting off the cancer had brought on the problems with her memory, or if she would've been hit with it anyway. There were just no two ways about it; life could be extremely cruel. "Give us the news," her father said. "Hurry before her show comes back. We're not allowed to talk during Days of Our Lives."
"Jake won an all-expense-paid trip to Barcelona," Grace said.
"Well, I'll be," Jim said. "How'd he do that?"
"The veterinarian group had some sort of a raffle," Grace said. "But Jake didn't even enter."
"He won a raffle he didn't even enter?"
"Dan went to one of the conferences without Jake and entered for him." Dan was Jake's partner at the animal hospital. He and Jake were like brothers.
"That was mighty nice of him."
"But we feel guilty. Dan could have taken the trip himself."
"I'm sure he filled out an entry for himself as well as Jake."
"And Jake won. Seems fair to me."
"But we would be leaving Dan to run the clinic all by himself, and he'd even have to watch Stella." Stella was the best English bulldog a couple could ever ask for. If she could, Grace would take Stella to Spain. Stella was a hit wherever they went due to her prowess on a skateboard.
"Well, isn't that special." Jim slapped his knee. "Jody, did you hear that? Gracie and Jake won a trip to Spain."
He had entirely missed the point that they felt guilty that Dan would be getting the short end of the stick. It made her wonder how often he misunderstood his patients.
"That's wonderful, dear," Jody said. Her eyes traveled back to the television.
"I'm not going," Grace said.
"What do you mean?" her father said.
"There's a catch." There always was.
"You have to pay for your hotel?"
"No, it's all paid for."
"So what's the problem?"
"The dates are set in stone. We'd have to go at the end of next week."
"It's a ten-day trip. I don't want to leave Mom for that long."
"Nonsense," her father said. "You have to go."
"I'd be gone for my birthday."
The soap opera was back. Jody snatched up the remote and aimed it at the television like she was holding it up at gunpoint.
Grace's father patted her knee. "We'll celebrate with you when you get back, kiddo. Take it from me, kiddo—life's too short not to take free trips." Jody glared at Jim and pressed on the volume until it was almost deafening. A few seconds later, there was a series of soft knocks on the wall behind her bed.
"Sorry, Mrs. Maple," her father called out. "You have to turn it down, dear."
"That old bitch," her mother said. In all Grace's years growing up, with all the strange boys tearing through the house, and fighting, and even through the whole Carrie Ann ordeal, Grace had never heard her mother curse, let alone direct it at somebody. Jody turned the volume down a smidge and pointed at the television. "He's the one I like," she exclaimed. There was a tall man, visible only in silhouette behind a flimsy shower curtain. "They think he's Flo's long-lost brother, but actually he's just escaped from prison where he was convicted of murdering his second wife. Or is it his third? I can't remember. Second or third wife, take your pick. It'll come to me. Darn tootin' he's totally innocent, but I know that Flo. She's going to be sniffing around his tight buns like a hound dog short of a bone. Second. Definitely second wife."
Grace and her father looked at the television. The naked man stepped out of the shower, surrounded by steam. All you could see were his six-pack abs and bulging biceps. Grace supposed they wanted you to imagine something else bulging. This was definitely soft-core porn for women. Tan, and slick, and ripped, and glistening, he didn't seem to be in any hurry to pick up a towel. He walked up to the bathroom mirror, reached up, and wiped away the condensation. Soon, his gorgeous face came into view. Grace had to stifle a laugh as he began to touch his cheekbones like a blind man trying to see what he looked like. "Isn't it awful?" Jody said. "Pretending to be someone else? When all he wants to do is search for his wife's real killer."
Grace raised an eyebrow at her father. He looked down at his stomach, and in doing so dripped a thick glob of ketchup onto his fraying cardigan. "Didn't even look like that when we got married," Jim said.
"I think he must have had plastic surgery after his prison break," Jody continued. "That's why he doesn't recognize himself!"
Jim Sawyer watched his wife with a smile and a shake of the head. "You wouldn't leave her for ten days," Grace said to her father.
"They sure did a pretty good job on him though, don't you think?" Jody said. Based on where her mother was looking you'd think he'd had plastic surgery on his crotch.
"If Jake wants some old man tripping along with him, just say the word and I'll pack my bags," Jim said.
Jody glanced at Jim. He winked at her. She smiled back. Then she turned a smile on Grace. It was actually the first genuine smile Grace had seen out of her mother in a week. "You have to go, Carrie Ann."
Carrie Ann. The words felt like two gunshots to the chest. Just hearing that name come out of her mother's mouth made Grace's heart start tripping. She almost shot out of her chair. "I'm Grace," she said. "Gracie Ann." Her voice cracked. "Dad?" she said.
"She's confused, honey. The past and the present, it's just one big, ugly glob." Pinpricks of shame began forming at the base of Grace's spine.
"I'm not confused," Jody said. "Carrie Ann came to visit me."
"My God," Grace said. This time she did shoot out of her chair. Carrie Ann was the only girl foster child the Sawyers had ever taken in. At first she had been like a sister to Grace.
"Who is she married to now?" Jody said. "I can't remember."
"Pay no attention to her, Gracie," Jim said.
"Why can't I remember?" Jody pressed on her temples with her index fingers, as if she could squeeze the memory out of her head.
Grace took a step toward her mother. "When did she come and visit you, Mom?"
"Grace, I told you she didn't," Jim said. "Don't egg your mother on."
"I'm not egging her on, Dad, but if Carrie Ann was here, I want to know about it."
Her father whacked his newspaper on the side of his chair. "I told you she wasn't! And I should know. I've been sitting right here!"
"She's still such a pretty girl," Jody said. "She asked about you, Grace. She asked me all sorts of questions about you."
Jim got up and threw up his arms. "She's out of her mind!" He began to pace.
"Dad," Grace said. "Hush." Her mother suddenly became very still, which meant she was listening. Grace took her father by his arm and led him back to his chair.
"I'm sorry. She won't remember me saying it."
"That's not the point."
"I can't help it. Carrie Ann this; Carrie Ann that. I thought we'd put that nuisance behind us for once and for all. Is this what it comes to? Reliving your worst nightmare?"
"I've never heard you speak so harshly about Carrie Ann," Grace said. Her mom was the one who used to say the worst things about Carrie Ann. She said Carrie Ann was evil. She said Carrie Ann was a curse that would follow all of them to their graves. Once she had even said there wasn't enough Lysol in the world to get rid of that stain. And each insult had cut into Grace like her mother was saying it about her. Her sister. Of sorts. Her own Dickens-like drama. Carrie Ann was the best thing that had ever happened to Grace, and she was the worst. She'd been out of their lives for nearly fifteen years. And Grace had spent every one of them trying, and failing, to put the past behind her. She turned to her father.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"That Mom's been talking about her."
"Because I don't want to dredge up all that nonsense. It's her damn medication. I keep telling the doctor it's making her worse, and he won't listen to me." Her father slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. "These people think just because we're old that we're stupid. She wouldn't be so forgetful if she cut down on some of those pills. How do I know that? Because she's my wife. Because I've been married to this woman for forty-four years. You know what he said to me?"
"That snot-nosed doctor, that's who!"
"What did he say?"
"Put me in my place. In front of my wife. 'You're a psychotherapist, correct? Not a psychiatrist? You don't prescribe medication?' That's what the snot-nosed so-called doctor actually said to me. Can you believe that? Some twenty-year-old who just started wiping his own ass. I'm telling you she's on too many pills! Makes her soupy. He won't listen to me!"
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I liked this book. It's different from what I normally read in that it's suspense/mystery rather than romance. There was so much that wasn't obvious that it made those black areas in the characters lives really stand out, made me question how much they all really knew about each other. It became increasingly evident that none of them really knew each other as well as I first believed, which was odd given they weren't strangers. Grace and Jack were lovers. Grace and Carrie Ann were sisters. As the secrets each character held were revealed, as past and present collided, old scars were reopened. It was amazing how much they hid from each other and themselves. Then I remembered that hiding from your past isn't accomplished overnight; it takes time and patience to create a mask no one can see through. What's hidden doesn't always remain hidden though. History is proof of that. Fiction is no different. The question is will you face it and finally let your wounds heal? Or will you run from it and try, once again, to bury it? The blurb intrigued me enough to want to read it. Am I disappointed? Nope. I'm glad I took a chance, stepped outside of my normal reading material zone, and asked to review this story. I haven't read anything by Ms. Carter before, but I think I'll pick up something else she's written and get lost in that. 3.5* ***Received from Pump Up Your Book for an honest review***
No matter how deep you bury a secret, they always tend to make their way to the surface eventually … It’s been a tough time for Grace. Dealing with her mother’s illness and her going into hospice care is at the top of the list. But the horrible review that big-time music producer, Marsh Everett, gave Grace in Country Weekly was definitely up there too. The timing couldn’t have been better for her boyfriend to win a trip for two to Spain. She knew it would make for a great respite for all that’s been going on in her life. While in Spain, strange messages kept popping up. First was the one in the matchbook that read, ‘Meet me in Barcelona.’ Then one was found in a book that was Grace’s favorite as a young girl. But it wasn’t until she found an envelope that was slid under their room door that Grace was certain of who was leaving these “clues”. As a child, Grace’s parents took in foster children. Carrie Ann came to them at nine years old and was the same age as Grace. Although Grace always wanted a sister, something about Carrie Ann frightened her a bit. She wanted to be a magician when she grew up and was one to always leave behind clues. So when these strange clues kept popping up, Grace knew that it had to be her! She had spent the last fifteen years trying to forget about her foster sister, but Carrie Ann was not one to go quietly. She always had a motive and bad things seem to follow her. Currently running from an abusive relationship, she hopes that Grace will be there for her and not disappear like she had done many years before! Mary Carter has a gift of captivating her readers from the first page, making it impossible to put the book down until you reach the very end. This book was so mysterious and unpredictable. I felt like I was on a literary scavenger hunt! Meet Me In Barcelona is a must read for anyone who craves adventure in an exotic locale.