Prayers and Lies: A Novel

Prayers and Lies: A Novel

by Sherri Wood Emmons

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“A sweet, revealing tale of family, friendship [and] long-held secrets” set in West Virginia—from the acclaimed author of The Sometimes Daughter (Kris Radish).
When seven-year-old Bethany meets her six-year-old cousin, Reana Mae, it’s the beginning of a kinship of misfits that saves both from a bone-deep loneliness. Every summer, Bethany and her family leave Indianapolis for West Virginia’s Coal River Valley. For Bethany’s mother, the trips are a reminder of the coal mines and grinding poverty of her childhood—a place she had hoped to escape. Still, her loving relatives, and Bethany’s friendship with Reana Mae, keep them coming back.
But as Bethany grows older, she realizes that life in this small, close-knit community is not as simple as she once thought. The riverside cabins that hold so much of her family’s history also teem with scandalous whispers and harbor unimaginable secrets. Amid the dense woods and quiet beauty of the valley, the past is about to come to light at last, with a force devastating enough to shatter lives, faith, and the bond that Bethany once thought would last forever . . .
“A strong debut . . . The characters are wonderfully drawn.” —Publishers Weekly
“A touching examination of all the different kinds of love: between friends, between sisters, and above all, for one’s family.” —T. Greenwood, author of Two Rivers
“From the first sentence, the voice of the narrator, Bethany, rings true and never falters. By the end of the book, I cared for every aunt and cousin, mother and sister, even the most troubled and dangerous.” —Drusilla Campbell, author of The Good Sister

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ISBN-13: 9780758267948
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 02/01/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 321
Sales rank: 82,869
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Sherri Wood Emmons is a freelance writer and editor. Prayers and Lies is her first work of fiction. She is a graduate of Earlham College and the University of Denver Publishing Institute. A mother of three, she lives in Indiana with her husband, two fat beagles, and four spoiled cats.

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The Kiss

We always knew when Bobby Lee came home. Folks up and down the Coal River Valley heard the roar of his motorcycle on the gravel road long before he tore around the final bend, turning so sharp he lay nearly sideways on the ground. Sometimes he'd be gone weeks at a time, sometimes just a few days. But his homecoming never changed.

He rode into the valley like a conquering hero. And Jolene, his wife, would come flying out of their shabby cabin, long red hair streaming behind her, just as Bobby Lee pulled into their little dirt yard. He'd be off the huge bike in a flash as she ran down the two broken and patched steps and into his arms. And then there would be the kiss — scandalous for that rural West Virginia community in the 1960s. We children would stand on our own porches or in the road, gaping at the two of them, our mouths and eyes wide.

Usually, Reana Mae was waiting on the porch, too, but Bobby Lee didn't notice her right off. His wife was such a whirlwind of red curls and short skirts and hunger that their daughter — thin, freckled, and silent — went unnoticed. After the kiss would come gifts, if his haul had been a long one. Sometimes, Bobby Lee drove his rig all the way from Charleston to California, and he brought Jolene and Reana presents from places like Los Angeles and Las Vegas. Usually a toy or coloring book for Reana. For Jolene, he brought clothes — shocking clothes. Like the halter top and hot pants he brought from San Francisco. Or the lime green minidress from Chicago. Jolene strutted around like a peacock in them, while the rest of the valley folk shook their heads and whispered to one another over their fences and laundry lines. Jolene was the first woman in the valley to go braless, her round, full breasts barely contained beneath the tight T-shirts and sweaters she wore.

After the gifts and the hellos and the "What's happenin' in the world?" talk, Jolene would send Reana Mae off to her great-grandma's, then disappear into the house with her husband for the rest of the afternoon. Sometimes, Reana spent the night at her Grandma Loreen's before Jolene remembered to come for her. Loreen would make up Jolene's old room, and she'd fry pork chops and boil potatoes with green beans and bacon fat like Reana wanted, and she'd sing her the lullaby she used to sing to her own babies. And so, on those days, Reana Mae got cherished a little bit.

Jolene wasn't from the valley, though her people were. She'd spent most of her childhood up north in Huntington with her mama, EmmaJane Darling. Her father, whoever he might have been, was long gone before Jolene made her appearance at Our Lady of Mercy Charity Hospital in Huntington. Jolene came to live with her grandparents, Ray and Loreen, after EmmaJane died, and she was a handful.

But Bobby Lee fell for Jolene the first time he laid his eyes on her, the day she came to the Coal River. She was just twelve years old then, but she looked sixteen in her tight black skirt, low-cut blouse, and bright-red lipstick. And Bobby Lee told his little brother, "I'm gonna marry that girl." Five years later, he did. And don't you suppose Ray and Loreen were relieved to have Jolene married off? They fairly beamed at the wedding, didn't even bat an eye when Jolene wore a short blue dress to be married in instead of the nice, long white gown with lace that Loreen had offered to make for her.

"At least," my Aunt Belle had whispered, "it ain't red."

They were scandalous, those two, even in a valley that tolerated a good bit of questionable goings-on. Times were hard, after all, and people had to take their happiness when and where they found it. Folks in the valley were philosophical about such things. But Bobby Lee and Jolene Colvin, they pushed it too far by half.

They didn't go to church, for one thing. Everyone else in the valley spent long Sunday mornings at Christ the King Baptist Church, praying for redemption, hearing the true gospel, and assuring their eternal salvation. But not Bobby Lee and Jolene.

They sent Reana Mae to church, though, every Sunday morning, scrubbed clean and wearing her one Sunday dress, her spindly legs bare in summer and winter alike. Folks sometimes said Jolene sent her daughter to church just so she could lie abed with Bobby Lee, desecrating the Lord's Day. And the church folk were sugary sweet to Reana on account of it. But she never even smiled at them; she just stared with her unblinking, green cat-eyes and all those brown freckles. Not a pretty child, folks whispered. Small, knobby, wild-haired, and so quiet you'd hardly notice her, till you felt her eyes staring through you. You couldn't hardly tell she was Jolene's daughter, except for those eyes — just like Jolene's.

Reana Mae sometimes sat with my sisters and me at church, and she never wrote notes on the bulletin or whispered or wriggled or pinched. She just sat with her hands folded in her lap and stared up at Brother Harley preaching. Sometimes her lips moved like she was praying, but she never said a word. She didn't even sing when Miss Lucetta started up a hymn on the piano.

Christ the King Baptist Church was the glue that held that community together. The weathered white house of God had married and buried valley folk for longer than anyone could remember. Brother Harley, the pastor, was a heavy-jowled, sweaty, balding man who liked a good joke and a cold beer. When he didn't wear his black robe, he donned plaid shirts with a breast pocket, where he tucked the white handkerchiefs he used to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck. His daddy had been the first pastor of Christ the King Baptist Church, and he was hoping his grandson, Harley Boy, would take the pulpit when he retired.

Brother Harley was great friends with my Great-Aunt Belle. Often on quiet summer nights, you could hear his belly laugh echo all through the valley when he sat on Belle's porch, drinking beer and sharing gossip. His tiny, sharp-eyed wife, Ida Louise, didn't join him at Belle's. Folks sometimes wondered, quietly over their laundry lines, just why Brother Harley spent so much time with a rich widow and so little time at home. "But" — Loreen would sigh to my mother, her head bobbing earnestly — "knowing Ida's temper, maybe it ain't such a wonder as all that."

Aunt Belle — Arabella was her Christian name — was born and bred in the Coal River Valley, the eldest of the three Lee sisters. My grandmother, Araminta, was the youngest. Arathena, Bobby Lee's grandmother, was the middle child.

When she was nineteen, Belle caught the eye of a much older and very wealthy man. Mason Martin owned a chain of drugstores in East Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky. He'd come to the valley to look into property, before deciding the community was too small to support a drugstore. He left without a store but with a beautiful young wife. The couple settled into a fine house in Charleston, and for eleven years lived happily together.

At thirty, Belle came back to the valley, widowed and childless. Mason had dropped dead in his rose garden at the age of sixty-two, leaving Belle the sole heir to his drugstore wealth. They'd had just one child, a scrawny son who died of whooping cough before his first birthday.

When Mason died, Aunt Belle had her big house built and proceeded to buy from the Coal River Excavation Company as many of the small riverfront cabins as she could talk them out of. These she sold to the families who had long lived in them, for monthly payments of about half what their previous rents had been. It was Belle who waged war with the electric company to get the valley wired in 1956, and Belle who hired the contractors to install plumbing and septic tanks for her little houses a few years later.

Aunt Belle always sat right up front at Christ the King Baptist Church, marching in solemnly, winking sidelong at friends, just as the first hymn began. When we first started coming to the river, she and my mother had battled fiercely over whether we would sit with her.

"Pride of place," my mother said softly, in that velvety firm voice that brooked no argument, "does not belong in the house of the Lord."

"You all are my family," Belle had hollered. "You ought to be up front with me. What do folks think, you all sitting way at the back of the church, like you're ashamed before the Lord?"

But my mother would not be moved. Aunt Belle had all the resources of her drugstore empire and the indebtedness of an entire valley, but they were nothing in the face of my mother's rock-solid belief in the rightness of her faith.

That was always the difference between valley faith and my mother's. Valley folk took their religion tempered with a hard dose of pragmatism. If Brother Harley spent more time than was absolutely seemly with Arabella Lee ... well, look at his wife, after all. If the mining men drank too much beer or even whiskey on a Saturday night ... well, didn't they earn that privilege, working underground six days a week? If Reana Mae had been born only six months after Bobby Lee and Jolene got married ... well, at least they made it legal in time.

My mother's fiery faith allowed for no such dalliances with the Lord and His ways. There was no liquor in our house, no card playing, no gossip. And there was definitely not pride of place; no, ma'am, we would not sit up in the front pew with my Aunt Belle, no matter how loudly she argued. We sat quietly in the back, with Reana Mae.

Most of the valley kids teased Reana Mae, but my sister Tracy was the worst. Tracy seemed to really hate Reana. I wasn't sure why, but then I didn't understand a lot about Tracy in those days. She was purely mean most of the time, and poor Reana Mae bore the brunt of it when we came south. I wonder sometimes that Reana didn't fight back earlier. Later, much later, she learned to hurt Tracy more than Tracy ever hurt her. But in those hot and sticky days of the 1960s, she only took whatever Tracy gave and came back for more.

"Why doesn't your mother get you some clothes that fit?"

Reana Mae looked down at the faded yellow swimsuit that hung from her shoulders, her cheeks reddening. She shrugged and lowered her head. We were building mud and sand castles at the strip of cleared land that passed for a beach.

"I guess she doesn't want to waste her money," Tracy continued, shoveling dirt into a pink bucket and smashing it down with both hands. "Why, it'd be like dressing up a scarecrow. Like putting Barbie dresses on a stick doll. Ain't that so, Bethany?" She paused, looking up at me expectantly. I didn't make a sound, so Tracy went on. "I guess she wants to keep all Bobby Lee's money for herself so she can buy those trashy dresses she wears, the ones that show her butt."

Reana Mae just stared at the ground, her small frame slumped and still.

"My daddy says people down here breed like rabbits," Tracy continued, "but your mama and daddy just have you. How come?"

Reana shrugged her shoulders again, still silent. She shoved her dirty- blond hair back from her freckled face with a muddy hand.

"I guess when they saw how ugly you turned out, they didn't want any more babies." Tracy smirked.

Still, Reana Mae said nothing, and neither did I. At least Tracy wasn't focused on me.

"What's white and ugly and disgusting to look at?" Tracy continued.

Neither of us said anything.

"A pile of maggots ... and Reana Mae's face."

Tracy's laughter rang shrill up and down the river. Reana Mae looked up at me, to see if I would laugh, too. She looked like a dog waiting to be kicked.

"Shut up, Tracy," I heard myself say out loud.

Tracy's eyes widened in surprise, then she snickered. "Well, I guess you finally found your real sister, Bethany-beanpole-bony-butt-baby. You and Hillbilly Lilly must have come from the same garbage can. That's where we found Bethany, you know." She turned to Reana Mae now that I was the target. "She was crying in a garbage can and Mother felt sorry for her and brought her home. She's not our real sister. Mother has to pay people just to be her friends." She laughed again, her brilliant hazel eyes sparkling mean.

Reana Mae stared directly into Tracy's beautiful, hateful face and finally whispered, "I think you're the meanest girl that ever was."

Tracy stopped laughing abruptly and hurled the contents of her bucket at the two of us, drenching us both with wet sand and mud.

"You two are just alike," she hissed as she rose. "You're the trash-can twins."

With that, she picked up her bucket and ran up the road.

We sat there silently for a moment, dripping and muddy and miserable. Then Reana said to me, smiling shyly, "Well, I guess I always wanted a twin anyhow."

I smiled back at her. All my life I'd had three sisters — three strangers I lived with but never really knew. Sitting in the mud on that muggy day, I found my real sister. I was seven, Reana Mae was six, and I had no way of knowing just how intertwined our lives would become. But from that day forward, Reana and I were connected in a way I've never been with anyone else. Her story and mine got so tangled up together, sometimes it felt like I was just watching from the outside, like she was the one living. Sometimes, I hated her for that. But mostly, I loved her.


Strangers in a Strange Land

We weren't from the Coal River Valley, really. We only spent our summers there, my mother, my sisters, and me. Nancy and Melinda — the older girls — never let anyone forget that, either. They were not hillbillies. They were northerners, from up in Indianapolis, Indiana — which was a real city, as anyone could tell you. People up north in Indianapolis, Indiana, didn't talk liother, my sisters, and me. Nancy and Melinda — the older girls — never let anyone forget that, either. They were not hillbillies. They were northerners, from up in Indianapolis, Indiana — which was a real city, as anyone could tell you. People up north in Indianapolis, Indiana, didn't talk like trailer park trash, or listen to Tammy Wynette, or cook with lard, for heaven's sake. My big sisters hated coming to the valley — or at least they pretended to.

Tracy, of course, played both sides of the record. When she was south, she talked incessantly about how much better, cleaner, and more modern things were back home. But when she was back in Indianapolis, she affected a Southern accent and bragged about her family's "vacation place" down south.

My mother really did hate coming to West Virginia, though she was born and raised in Charleston and had been coming to the Coal River Valley since she was just a small girl herself. But when she married, my mother wanted to get as far away as she could from the bluegrass music, the coal mines, and the grinding poverty of her childhood. It was hard on her to have to come back every summer, but she had no choice. My daddy wanted it. And what my daddy wanted, he usually got.

My parents met in the valley in 1946. Daddy's people lived on the river. His mother — my Grandmother Araminta — had married a valley boy named Winston Wylie and then moved north to Ohio, where Winston found work in a mill. But Winston was killed in a car accident at twenty-four, leaving Araminta with two small children and no drugstore wealth to fall back on. So she came home to the valley and stayed on in one of Aunt Belle's little cabins for a while, taking in laundry, sewing, and baking bread to support herself and her babies.

My father was just two then, and he was the prettiest baby the valley had ever seen — everyone said so. His reddish-blond ringlets, dark brown eyes, and childish lisp captivated his Aunt Belle. Before a year was out, he had moved into Belle's big house to live with her.

"After all, Minta, you ain't exactly got the same resources I got," Belle had argued to her sister. "I can raise Jimmy up right, like he deserves."

And Aunt Belle did raise Daddy just like he was her own. Since her son had died so young, Belle had always wanted a boy. My grandmother also had a daughter, but Belle never offered to take DarlaJean. She only wanted my daddy. Soon after my father moved in with Belle, Araminta took DarlaJean and moved on south to Florida, and they never came back to West Virginia except once, for my parents' wedding. Araminta hovered at the edge of our family's consciousness, like a specter instead of a real person.

Aunt Belle, on the other hand, taught me to make spoon bread and whiskey balls. Aunt Belle switched my legs raw when she caught me playing on the railroad tracks. Aunt Belle bought me my first high-heeled shoes. Aunt Belle was my family.

Belle's house was a showplace, fitted out with all the bells and whistles a chain of drugstores could afford. The three-story, yellow Victorian stood right at the river's bend. Sitting on Aunt Belle's porch swing, you could see up and down the river for miles. I loved sitting there and watching the barges glide back and forth from the mines, empty or loaded down with coal. It seemed like the safest, most comfortable spot in the world. And I could not understand, as a child, why my mother hated it all so.

Mother had spent her own childhood summers farther downriver, staying with her grandparents, who kept a boardinghouse for miners. Mother came every year to help in the kitchen and breathe cleaner air than they had back in Charleston.


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Table of Contents

1 The Kiss,
2 Strangers in a Strange Land,
3 Essie Down Under,
4 Signs and Wonders,
5 A Harsh Mistress,
6 A Time to Give Thanks,
7 The Innocent,
8 Spring Storms,
9 News and Prattle,
10 Hail the Conquering Hero,
11 Demons and Ghosts,
12 Pilgrimage,
13 Araminta Lee,
14 Growing Pains,
15 Childish Things,
16 Another World,
17 Independence Day,
18 Fireworks,
19 Cool Water,
20 Truth Be Told,
21 Coming Home,
22 New Beginnings and Old Baggage,
23 Waiting for Princes, 1974,
24 Tracy's Way,
25 Dancing on the Volcano,
26 A Changing Household,
27 I Seen Death,
28 The Gathered Clan,
29 A Funeral and First Love,
30 The Power and the Fury,
31 Innocence Lost,
32 An Oncoming Train,
33 Sisters and Cousins,
34 Secrets Told,
35 No More Bad Blood,
Discussion Questions,
The Seventh Mother,

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Prayers and Lies 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 reviews.
Jamie Ruliffson More than 1 year ago
This is an intertaining book. The story line had good flow. There were a lot of characters to keep track of but not to confusing. I'll watch for this author's next book.u
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very interesting. I reccomend to anyine wanting to read something different!
Phebelou More than 1 year ago
I found this book so good that I had a hard time putting it down. I don't feel there were too many characters; there were quite a few but it was one family mostly to really keep in your mind. There were some parts that were near R rated but that was part of the story. Some families have all kinds of tradgey's that come to them and this is one family that did too. Parts were quite sad. Get this book to read. Bet you can't put it down.
sjkk More than 1 year ago
Really interesting. Had a hard time putting this one down.
sheeba1 More than 1 year ago
Once I started reading it was hard to put down. The author made it so easy to imagine yourself right in the moment. I loved it! And for the money compared to her other books, it was a bargain!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite book but it was worth the read.
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Moves quick and was interesting
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I throughly enjoyed reading this book
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missysbooknook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
You know that feeling that you get when you first start reading a book and you quickly fall in love with the main character? You hang on to their every word and feel the same emotions that they are feeling? That's how it was between me and Bethany Wylie. Bethany and her parents and her three sisters spent every summer on the Coal River in West Virginia. Her parents were born and raised there, so they had numerous aunts, uncles and cousins to visit with. Bethany formed a special bond with one of her cousins when she was seven years old. Reana Mae was six, and they became sisters and soul mates. What transpires over the next decade between the two of them ranges from poetic to painful...unimaginable and unbelievable. They almost become enemies. Their friendship bond struggles to hold strong, as well as their families struggle to remain in control, and keep things together. I was in Wendy's yesterday, eating a salad while reading this book, and my mouth literally dropped open during one chapter. I lost a little lettuce and blue cheese, but I tell you, it was well worth it.Prayers and Lies made me laugh, cry, and yearn to crawl into the pages to be with Bethany and Reana Mae, to hug them and tell them that everything will be okay.Sherri Wood Emmons has written a beautiful coming - of - age novel that has now earned a spot in my favorite Top Ten Reads ever. I certainly hope that she is working on her next novel...I'll be waiting for it~
nightprose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a very appropriate, thought-provoking title for this book. Sherri Wood Emmons is a new voice in fiction, and one well-worth listening to.Most families are held together with ties that bind, and often are prayers and lies. Such is the family of this narrator, Bethany and her cousin Reana Mae.Every summer, Bethany¿s family goes home to the Coal River Valley of West Virginia. She and her cousin Reana Mae, both ¿misfits¿ develop a ¿sisterhood¿. As they grow through adolescence, the shocking realities of family secrets, lies, and ¿bad blood¿ brings them closer, yet threatens to tear the entire family apart.Bethany¿s own sheltered life ¿up north¿ eventually becomes jeopardized by Reana Mae¿s everyday life and the devastating horror of it, down in Coal River.The sister-cousins cling to each other through it all, as they learn about life, the different kinds of love, family, and their rightful place in the world.This is an excellent book from an excellent new author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved everything about this book. I got hooked right from the start. I felt all the emotions Bethany felt.
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Wonderful i i love the twist
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McGuffyAnn More than 1 year ago
This is a very appropriate, thought-provoking title for this book. Sherri Wood Emmons is a new voice in fiction, and one well-worth listening to. Most families are held together with ties that bind, and often are prayers and lies. Such is the family of this narrator, Bethany and her cousin Reana Mae. Every summer, Bethany's family goes home to the Coal River Valley of West Virginia. She and her cousin Reana Mae, both "misfits" develop a "sisterhood". As they grow through adolescence, the shocking realities of family secrets, lies, and "bad blood" brings them closer, yet threatens to tear the entire family apart. Bethany's own sheltered life "up north" eventually becomes jeopardized by Reana Mae's everyday life and the devastating horror of it, down in Coal River. The sister-cousins cling to each other through it all, as they learn about life, the different kinds of love, family, and their rightful place in the world. This is an excellent book from an excellent new author.
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Onyx_Prince More than 1 year ago
It was a good read. Different from most books I buy. Well written but I didn't much care for the ending. It was an okay book.
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