The Future She Left Behind

The Future She Left Behind

by Marin Thomas
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The Future She Left Behind by Marin Thomas

One woman's journey home gets derailed by her soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law in a novel filled with humor, small-town charm, rekindled love, and the resilient ties of family.

Cast aside by her cheating husband, Katelyn Chandler is ready to pack it all in and drive home to Little Springs, Texas. She wants a chance to regroup, reconnect with her mother, and get back to her art. 

But Shirley Pratt—master manipulator, elitist snob, and Katelyn's terror of a live-in monster-in-law—has other ideas. Shirley insists on joining Katelyn's trip after her son tries to pack her off to a retirement community. Katelyn has no choice but to play peacekeeper between the ornery old woman and the proud matrons of Little Springs. Yet the small town seems to be changing Shirley. And as Katelyn weighs the wisdom of picking up where she left off with Jackson Mendoza, the town bad boy and her high school sweetheart, she must find a way to believe in the strength of her dreams.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780698198692
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/05/2017
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 268,471
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Marin Thomas is the award-winning author of more than twenty-five novels, including the Cash Brothers series and The Promise of Forgiveness.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***

Copyright © 2017 Marin Thomas

Chapter One

“Ammonium thioglycolate, also called perm salt, is murder on your hair.”

The famous courtroom scene in the movie Legally Blonde flashed through Katelyn Pratt’s mind as she sat in the Savvy Salon, listening to the stylist lecture her mother-in-law on the dangers of perming her hair too often.

Katelyn set her sketch pad aside and took her iPhone out of her purse. She Googled ammonium thioglycolate: a pungent, colorless, clear liquid that burns the eyes, nose, lungs, and may explode if subjected to high heat—that described Shirley Pratt to a T. She tapped the Wikipedia icon and continued to read. A chemical used in the manufacturing of plastics, bombs, pesticides and dyes. Dear God. These poisons had been seeping into her mother-in-law’s skull for years. No wonder the sixty-four-year-old was a walking, talking, toxic know-it-all.

“When you’re finished with my hair, Pam, maybe you could tame that horse mane my daughter-in-law wears on her head.”

The zinger rolled off Katelyn’s shoulders, and she resumed sketching the flower vase on the table next to her. Shirley detested long hair, and that was why Katelyn never cut hers.

“She’s under the dryer.”

Katelyn glanced up from her phone and smiled at Shirley’s hairdresser. “How long until you finish with her?”

“Forty minutes.” Pam’s eyes flicked to the styling chair, then back to Katelyn. “If she doesn’t give her hair a break from perms, she’s going to molt like a bighorn sheep.”

That wouldn’t be so bad if her mother-in-law shed her horns along with her hair. “I’ll mention it to her.” But Shirley wouldn’t appreciate the advice. The day she’d moved into her son’s house—not her son and daughter-in-law’s house—she’d made it clear that any comments regarding her age or appearance would not be welcome. The same rule, however, did not apply to Katelyn, whom Shirley criticized whenever the urge hit, which was pretty darn often.

“As much as I love taking her money,” Pam said, “she won’t do me any good if she ends up bald. I don’t want to see her in the salon before November.”

Five months from now? No way would a woman who refused to leave the house without makeup and a fresh manicure ignore her hair for eighteen weeks.

“I need to run an errand. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Katelyn stuffed the sketch pad into her canvas tote bag, then left the salon, ducking her head against the rain. A cold front had moved through St. Louis overnight, leaving early June feeling like late October. She drove Shirley’s silver Mercedes to the other side of the strip mall and parked in front of Henderson Drug. When she entered the store, she went straight to the Hallmark aisle. Her husband should be the one picking out a card for his mother, but she couldn’t remember the last time Don had been in town for Shirley’s birthday.

The pain-in-the-butt’s favorite color was blue, so Katelyn selected a gaudy pink card with neon orange and yellow smiley-face flowers. On the way to the register, she passed an umbrella stand and plucked a plastic rain cap from the display. Heaven forbid Shirley get her hair wet and ruin her perm when she left the salon.

While Katelyn waited in the checkout line, she browsed the retail gift cards. She assumed Don would bring his mother a gift from Japan, but Shirley had nothing to open on her actual birthday tomorrow. She selected a fifty-dollar Starbucks card. Gift cards were impersonal, but it was the begrudging thought that counted. Besides, she got credit for baking Shirley’s favorite cake this morning—chocolate fudge.

“Hello.” Katelyn set her items on the counter.

The teenage clerk ignored the greeting and asked, “Do you have a Henderson Drug card?”

Her discount cards for the various stores she frequented hung on the key chain for her Hyundai Santa Fe, which she’d left at the house after Shirley insisted Katelyn drive her car today. “Can I give you my phone number?” She recited the digits, then swiped her debit card.

A moment later the teen’s robotic voice said, “Thank you for shopping Henderson Drugs. Next, please.”

Katelyn returned to the salon in time to watch Pam spray a final layer of shellac on Shirley’s café au lait curls. While the two women settled the bill, she texted her son, Michael.

Hi, honey. Grandma Pratt turns 65 tomorrow. Don’t forget to wish her a Happy Birthday. Hope U R doing ok. Call me when U have free time. She added a heart emoticon, then hit send. Michael would eventually answer her—he always did.

A long, lonely summer loomed ahead of Katelyn. She’d been looking forward to spending time with the twins before they headed off to college, but the kids had made other plans. Michael had wanted to get a jump on prerequisite classes for his engineering major and had enrolled in summer school at the University of Michigan. He’d moved into his new apartment in Ann Arbor two weeks ago. Melissa had been accepted into Shirley’s alma mater, Stephens College, in Columbia, Missouri, and she was traveling in Greece and Italy until mid-July with a group of incoming freshmen.

Shirley fake patted her hair. “What do you think?”

“Lovely.” The hairstyle looked the same as it always did—old-fashioned. Katelyn held out the plastic cap. Shirley put it on, then walked to the door.

“You forgot your purse.” Katelyn pointed to the counter and Shirley retrieved her handbag; then they left the salon.

Once they were on their way home, she asked Grumpy Cat, “Where would you like to go for your birthday lunch?”

“Nowhere.” Shirley acted as if she didn’t care about celebrating her birthday, but Katelyn knew better. If her father-in-law, Robert, hadn’t dropped dead from a massive heart attack three years ago, her mother-in-law would be partying in Kansas City with her wealthy friends. But a series of phone calls shortly after Robert’s funeral had prompted Don to invite his mother to live with them.

The first call had come from the housekeeper after she’d discovered the gas stove had been left on while Shirley had been out shopping. The second call had come from the bank after Shirley had failed to pay the mortgage two months in a row. And the third call had come from the pastor at Shirley’s church, who’d informed Don that his mother had put her credit card in the donation plate during Sunday services. Shirley’s slipups had worried Don and he’d insisted his mother sell her home and move to St. Louis. Katelyn remembered the conversation as if it had happened yesterday and not 1,112 days ago.

“My mother’s moving in with us,” Don said.

Katelyn hovered in the master bathroom doorway, watching her husband pack his toiletry bag. “You mean for a month or two while she house hunts?”

His gaze skipped over her. “It’s not like we don’t have room for her.”

“That isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, Katelyn?”

“Your mother doesn’t like me.” Don had joked when they’d dated in college that he’d been attracted to Katelyn because she had nothing in common with his mother. That was well and good when two hundred miles had separated them—not so well and good when they lived under the same roof.

“It’s not safe for her to live alone. She could burn the house down if she leaves the stove on again,” he said.

“It was one time, Don. Besides, it’s normal for someone to be forgetful after losing a loved one. Your father’s death was sudden and unexpected. Give her time and she’ll settle down.”

“I don’t want to take any chances with her safety.”

“Then move her into an assisted-living facility.”

“She’s not that bad off yet.”

“She’s been fine when I’ve talked to her on the phone.”

Don ignored her protests. “The kids will enjoy having her around.”

Katelyn left the bathroom and threw herself across the bed. There was no shortage of adjectives to describe her mother-in-law. Opinionated. Bossy. Snooty.

Don sat next to her on the mattress and put on his shoes. “You’ll be busy with the twins and that art group you belong to. I doubt my mother will get in your way. Besides, she’ll make her own friends and go off with them.”

Don had been dead wrong. Since moving in with them, Shirley had made zero friends. None. Nada. Zip. The woman had made no effort to connect with others her age and had even snubbed the ladies’ bridge club after Katelyn had begged her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Krantz, to invite her into the group. And as Katelyn had predicted, after a few months of processing her husband’s death and the move to a new city, Shirley’s memory appeared fine except for the normal signs of old-age forgetfulness like not remembering the date or where she set her purse.

“Your mother’s fine,” she told Don three months after Shirley had moved in with them. “She baked a cake yesterday for the kids and remembered to turn off the oven. And she’s been running her own errands and finding her way back home. She’s ready to move into her own place.”

“She just got settled with us and now you want to kick her out?”

A thump in the hallway caught Katelyn’s attention and she’d poked her head out the bedroom door, but there was no one in sight. “Will you please broach the subject with your mother and see how she reacts?”

“I’ll talk to her when I return from my trip.” Don kissed Katelyn’s cheek, grabbed his suitcase and left the house. The next day Shirley took the car to run to the grocery store; then two hours later Katelyn’s phone rang.

“Is everything okay?” Katelyn asked.

“I don’t know where I am.”

“Didn’t you go to the grocery store?”

“I must have taken a wrong turn.”

“Where are you right now?”

“In a parking lot. There’s a donut shop and a cleaner’s.”

“What’s the name of the cleaner’s?”

“Fresh Press Laundry.”

The business was only four blocks from the house. “Stay put. I’ll be right there.” Katelyn had driven to the shopping center and then made Shirley follow her home. From that day on, her mother-in-law asked to be chauffeured everywhere. When Katelyn suggested seeing a doctor, Shirley had thrown a hissy fit.

The sudden memory loss had Katelyn wondering if the older woman had eavesdropped on her conversation with Don. But then the following week, Shirley misplaced her wallet and appeared genuinely distressed. They’d torn up the house searching for it, but hadn’t found it until the following day when Katelyn took an empty detergent bottle out to the recycle bin and discovered the wallet sitting on top of the garbage can. How it had ended up there was a mystery that had never been solved, and Katelyn had been forced to accept that Shirley’s occasional forgetfulness wasn’t intentional and that her mother-in-law would be living in her home for the foreseeable future.

Once the queen bee knew she wouldn’t be thrown out, she’d gleefully assumed the role of the de facto matriarch of the Pratt clan. Katelyn had complained to Don, insisting he put his mother in her place, but Shirley had emerged from those talks believing she still outranked Katelyn—no doubt recognizing that Don had acted as his wife’s messenger.

It wasn’t until Melissa asked Katelyn why she bickered with Grandma all the time that she realized the twins had been paying attention to the power struggle between their mother and their grandmother. She cared more about what her kids thought of her than her mother-in-law, so she’d backed off and chosen her battles wisely and when the kids weren’t around.

“Let’s have your birthday lunch downtown at the Old Spaghetti Factory.” Katelyn turned the wipers up a notch.

“I’d rather wait and celebrate when Don returns.”

Both Katelyn and Don were only children, and in Shirley’s eyes her son could do no wrong. According to her, Don not only walked on water—he invented it. Katelyn got along fine with her mother, Birdie, but they weren’t close. Often a couple of weeks would go by before one of them called to check in.

“Denny’s offers a free birthday lunch,” Katelyn said.

Shirley’s mouth puckered and Katelyn swallowed a laugh. Her mother-in-law had high standards when it came to food.

She turned off Delmar Boulevard onto Westminster and a block later pulled into the driveway of their 1907 Classic Revival–style home. The four-thousand-square-foot house included a finished basement, four bedrooms and three and a half baths—plenty large enough for five people to wander around without bumping into one another. Not. The idiot who’d renovated the place had added a guest suite on the main floor near the kitchen, making it convenient for Shirley to overhear conversations and phone calls. Katelyn parked the car in the circular drive.

“Why aren’t you pulling into the garage? You don’t have any appointments for the rest of the day.” Amazing how Shirley forgot where she set her purse, yet she memorized Katelyn’s personal calendar every morning on her way to the coffeepot.

“I might decide to go out later.” Katelyn collected the drugstore bag and her tote, then got out of the car and waited for Shirley. “Be careful on the wet steps.” She followed behind. “Pam’s banishing you from the salon until October.”

“Why?”

Katelyn twisted the knife a little deeper. “Pam said your hair’s starting to thin at the crown.” If she didn’t get in a few jabs once in a while, she’d explode and say something she couldn’t take back.

They entered the house and Shirley removed the rain cap, then dropped it on the chair next to the door. “You should change your hairstyle to something more age appropriate.”

Oh, this was rich. The Betty White look-alike telling Katelyn she needed a makeover.

“You’re too old to wear your hair halfway down your back.”

“Since when is forty old?” Katelyn hung their jackets in the hall closet.

“The brown color looks nice on you, but the longer length draws attention to your . . .” Shirley’s gaze dropped. “Your hips aren’t your best feature.”

Katelyn ignored the criticism, because she derived immense pleasure from knowing that Shirley was powerless to force her to change her hair. Every year she considered trying a new style, then nixed the idea, reluctant to give up the one thing that drove her mother-in-law nuts.


Chapter Two

Katelyn breathed a sigh of relief when Shirley retreated to her bedroom. She’d enjoy the peace and quiet while she made the frosting for the birthday cake. The recipe came from her grandmother’s cookbook, which Birdie had given to Katelyn on her wedding day. Speaking of mothers . . . She peeked at the calendar on the kitchen desk. Birdie turned sixty on June twenty-first—two weeks from today.

It had been more than three years since Katelyn had flown home to Little Springs, Texas. After Shirley had moved in and turned their lives—mostly Katelyn’s life—upside down, it had been all she could do to get through each week, let alone plan the next one. With the kids gone for most of the summer, she intended to ask Don if he’d schedule a week’s vacation and entertain Shirley while she visited Birdie.

After collecting all the ingredients, Katelyn combined melted chocolate squares, butter, vanilla flavoring, sour cream, water and powdered sugar into a bowl, then flipped on the mixer. The sound of the beaters brought back memories of her mother baking a cake every Sunday morning and then letting it cool on the counter while they attended church.

Katelyn had grown up a latchkey kid, and because both her parents had worked, she’d spent much of her childhood alone, playing with Mack, the stray Rottweiler that had wandered into the yard one afternoon and had never left. Mack hadn’t been allowed inside, but her father had built a house for him to use during the winter. In the summer Mack slept beneath the front porch to escape the heat.

By the time Katelyn had entered junior high, Mack’s muzzle had turned white. Her father had predicted the dog wouldn’t survive another winter. Mack must have known, too, because he’d died the day before Halloween that year. They’d buried him in the backyard near Birdie’s yellow lantana plants. Katelyn’s cell phone rang, interrupting the poignant memory, and she shut off the mixer.

Melissa. “Hi honey. Everything okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom. You worry too much.”

Busted. Katelyn admitted she was a helicopter parent and proud of it. After the twins had been born, she’d made a vow to stay involved in their lives and become their champions—unlike her own mother, who’d been too tired from her job to keep track of Katelyn’s hobbies. And when Birdie wasn’t cashiering at the Buy & Bag grocery store, she could be found working in her garden, not attending her daughter’s extracurricular activities. Katelyn might have gone overboard making sure her kids had everything they needed to succeed. Don’s job as the executive vice president of logistic operations for NicorTrune—a company that produced chemicals, fibers and plastics used by other manufacturers—required him to spend several weeks a month overseas, and she’d felt compelled to double down on her efforts to make up for his absence.

“I wanted to wish Grandma an early happy birthday, because I can’t call tomorrow.”

“Why not?”

“We’re touring Pompeii and I’ll be gone the whole day.”

“Grandma’s napping, but I’ll tell her you wished her a happy birthday. How are you doing? Are you getting along with the other girls? What are you eating?”

Melissa laughed. “Which question do you want me to answer first?”

“I don’t care. Just keep talking. It’s good to hear your voice.”

“I’m having a great time and so far the weather’s been decent.”

It didn’t sound as if Melissa missed home at all. As soon as the thought entered Katelyn’s mind, she chastised herself. It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d been as eager as her daughter to venture out into the world.

“OMG, Mom, the guys over here are hot.”

“No hot guys for you, young lady.”

“Has Jared called?” Jared and Melissa had dated their senior year but decided on an amicable breakup when Melissa left for Italy. Katelyn understood only too well the difficulties of letting go of a first love.

“Jared hasn’t phoned. Is he supposed to call?”

“I thought . . . never mind. If he stops by, tell him I’m having a great time abroad.”

“Do you want me to tell him the boys over there are hot, too?”

Melissa groaned. “How’s Michael?”

“Fine, I guess. He hasn’t called home yet for money.”

“Is Dad around?”

“He returns from Japan on Friday.”

“Tell him I said hi.”

“I will. How are you doing with your money? Do you need more?”

“I have plenty. Mom?”

“What?”

“Don’t say no right away.”

Uh-oh.

“Sara Kerns invited me to stay with her after we return to the States in July.”

Melissa had met Sara during the orientation meeting for the trip and the two had become fast friends. “Doesn’t Sara live in Georgia?”

“Near Savannah.”

“Is Jared the reason you don’t want to hang around St. Louis the rest of the summer?”

“Maybe. It’ll be so awkward, Mom.”

Katelyn understood. When she’d broken up with her high school boyfriend, Jackson, during her first semester of college, she’d avoided going home, wanting to spare them both the awkwardness of running into each other.

“Sara’s family owns a horse farm and you know I’ve always wanted to learn to ride.”

“I offered to set you up with lessons when you were ten, but you changed your mind.” Katelyn had taken Melissa to a horse stable on the outskirts of St. Louis, but the huge animals had scared her and she’d asked to take dance lessons instead.

“Sara said they have a really old mare that I can learn to ride on.”

Katelyn hated not seeing Melissa until school began in late August, but she didn’t want to stand in the way of her daughter chasing her dreams. “Are you sure you don’t want to come home?”

“Positive. And Dad won’t care, because he’s gone all the time. Please, Mom.”

“As long as it’s okay with Sara’s parents, you can stay with them.”

Melissa squealed. “It’s going to be the best summer ever.”

“I’ll change your plane ticket when—”

“I can do it.”

Katelyn bit back a sigh. She’d been looking forward to taking her daughter shopping for school clothes and spoiling her with a girls’ day at the spa before she left for college. Melissa had begun getting her hair highlighted in ninth grade and mani-pedis had become a monthly habit. Michael always had the newest video-game system and cool athletic shoes. Katelyn had wanted only to give her children what she’d never had. The twins knew they were spoiled, but so were their friends at school. Fortunately, they’d never abused their parents’ generosity or seriously rebelled.

“I gotta go. Tell Grandma I miss her.”

“Stay safe.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you, too, honey.” As soon as Katelyn set the phone on the counter, she received a text message from Michael.

I’ll wish Grandma a happy birthday tomorrow.

Katelyn wasn’t letting her son off the hook that easy.

What are you up to? she texted back.

5’11”

Very funny

On my way to the gym. Gotta go.

Call this weekend. Your dad will be home.

K

Love you XXOO

Me 2

In a good mood after both kids had checked in, Katelyn took extra care frosting the two-layer cake before covering it with plastic wrap and returning it to the fridge. After she cleaned up the mess, she decided to throw a load of laundry into the washing machine, but the sound of the doorbell interrupted her.

A pair of blue eyes rimmed with pale blond lashes stared back at her through the peephole. The man wore a dark suit, and behind him a nondescript green sedan sat in the driveway next to the Mercedes. She opened the door. “May I help you?”

“Are you Katelyn Chandler-Pratt?”

“I am.”

He handed her a manila envelope. “This is for you.”

“What is it?”

“Papers.” He backed up.

“What kind of papers?”

“Legal papers.”

“I don’t understand. Are we being sued?”

“Only you, ma’am. Your husband wants a divorce.”

Katelyn stood in the kitchen, shoveling chocolate cake into her mouth, her gaze fixated on the table where the manila envelope rested. She swallowed a gulp of milk and washed down the frosting that stuck to the sides of her throat.

The kitchen lights flipped on and Shirley gaped at her from the doorway. “Is that my birthday cake you’re eating?”

“Yes.”  Was this her second or third piece?

“It’s almost six o’clock.” Shirley glanced at the stove. “Did you have dinner already?”

“This is dinner.” She finished the last bite, then sucked the frosting off the end of the fork. Ignoring her mother-in-law’s openmouthed stare, she helped herself to another slice, albeit smaller.

“Aren’t you going to save some of that for tomorrow?”

Katelyn’s gaze shifted to the table—her brain barely registering the chocolate melting on her tongue.

“Is this what’s got you eating like an ogre?” Shirley snatched the envelope and waved it in the air.

Katelyn shoveled another bite into her mouth. She’d stop gorging herself as soon as she felt sick. Right now she was numb from the shoulders down and in serious danger of devouring the entire cake.

“What is this?” Shirley moved closer, invading Katelyn’s space.

“A legal document.” After the messenger had driven off, Katelyn had stood in the entryway, waiting for him to return, certain once he reached the corner, he would realize he’d delivered the envelope to the wrong address. When the doorbell never rang, she’d done what any reasonable woman in her situation would do—she’d eaten chocolate.

“Steven Long . . .” Shirley tapped a fingernail against the return address. “The name sounds familiar.”

“Don’s lawyer.”

“Don isn’t thinking of taking an early retirement, is he? The kids need to graduate college first.” A pencil-thin eyebrow arched. “Aren’t you going to open it?” Shirley tapped the envelope against Katelyn’s leg. “Before your pants become too tight.”

Katelyn shook her head, too dazed to feel the insult.

“I’ll open it.” Shirley slid her nail beneath the flap and tore the seal.

The coldness that had filled Katelyn the past few hours was beginning to ebb and her stomach ached. “Don’s not retiring.”

Her mother-in-law unfolded the pair of reading glasses hanging from a fake pearl chain around her neck and put them on. “‘Regarding the marriage of Donald Pratt, petitioner, and Katelyn Pratt, respondent . . .’” Shirley sucked in a noisy breath and looked at Katelyn. “This is a dissolution-of-marriage notification.”

Katelyn pulled out a chair at the table and sank onto the seat.

“I don’t understand.”

Shirley didn’t understand? Shoot, Katelyn had been blindsided. Her mother-in-law left the room and returned a minute later with her cell phone. “This must be a mistake.”

Shirley’s reaction surprised Katelyn. Years ago she’d been less than enthusiastic upon hearing the news that her son would be marrying a lower-class girl from Texas.

“Donald, this is your mother. Call me as soon as you get this message.”

Katelyn wanted to laugh but feared a sob would escape if she opened her mouth. Shirley rifled through the legal papers, then set a smaller envelope with Katelyn’s name scrawled across the front in Don’s handwriting onto the table.

“Open it,” Shirley said.

“Later.” After she finished processing the news that her husband was tossing her aside.

Shirley helped herself to a piece of birthday cake, then sat across from Katelyn.

“While you were napping, Melissa called to wish you an early happy birthday.”

“Some birthday this is turning out to be.”

“I’m sorry my getting dumped has ruined your celebration.”

“The reason Don wants a divorce doesn’t matter.” Shirley pointed her dessert fork at Katelyn. “You can fix this.”

How could she fix anything, if she didn’t know what was broken?

“I told you to cut your hair years ago.”

“A man doesn’t divorce his wife over a hairstyle.” But in the back of Katelyn’s mind she worried that Shirley was right—not about the long hair, but about Katelyn’s appearance. Maybe her husband wasn’t attracted to her anymore.

She thought back to the last time Don had been home. Every night he’d retreated to his office, claiming he had work to catch up on, and she’d gone to bed alone. In the morning he’d already been dressed and downstairs eating breakfast by the time she’d woken up.

“I’m sure this is nothing more than a midlife crisis.” Shirley’s smile wobbled. “The cake is very good, by the way.”

Katelyn felt it coming . . . the slow clenching of her stomach muscles, her mouth watering and her eyes stinging. She bolted from the kitchen and stumbled into the half bath outside Don’s office, then dropped to her knees and shared Shirley’s birthday cake with the porcelain god.

Chocolate cake would never taste the same after today.

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KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings Katelyn Chandler has had a tough few years and after a horrible letter from her husband as he travels abroad for work, her world set into a tail spin and she decides relocating may start things afresh. So off to the small town she grew up in with her hellish mother-in-law in tow is how it goes. I absolutely adored this book. I read this on vacation in one day and it was just the right amount of content with easy reading. I loved the characters in this book, Katelyn and her mother and mother-in-law, were just great. I loved that they each had their quirks and no one was perfect and they played off each other so well! The way each of them grew throughout the book was just right, it felt real and honest but was still fiction.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book!! I agree with one of the reviews that relates it to the movie "Sweet Home Alabama" with some bits of the sarcasm of the TV show "Mom". I don't know how Katelyn did it. Putting up with that mother-in-law (Shirley Pratt) of hers. She was ghastly. HA! I could relate to a lot of these characters. I think I pretty much talk to my friends the way Shirley talked to Katelyn, but to hear it from your mother-in-law? It gets even funnier when Katelyn and Shirley take a road trip to see Katelyn's mother in Little Springs, Texas. Thinking back, I am laughing all over again. This is a very enjoyable, entertaining and hilarious read that I just sped through. Thanks to Berkley Publishing Group and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
literarymuseVC More than 1 year ago
Katelyn Pratt’s life moves from sedate satisfaction into a whirlwind question mark when her husband, after twenty years of marriage, has divorce papers served on Katelyn. He’s found a new, young love and left his wife with his mother, who is probably the most annoying woman in the world of St. Louis. Shirley Pratt is a snob who is constantly mocking or correcting her daughter-in-law. But her husband has decided the house will go up for sale and his mother will move into a senior apartment complex that Shirley decides isn’t ready yet for the way she wants it. Result: she has to stay with her daughter-in-law until the apartment is ready. Katelyn decides to take a trip back to her hometown in Little Springs, Texas. The only problem is that Shirley has to go with her because her son is too busy with his new girlfriend. This is the crux of this funny but frustrating novel. However, Shirley is about to meet her match with Katelyn’s mother, Birdie. Although Birdie gave up her dreams, like Katelyn did, she’s no shrinking violet. She puts up with Shirley’s comments to a point but then is an expert at shifting the topic. At the same time, Katelyn meets an old love, Jack, and other events happen to make her take a long look at what works and what doesn’t work in a good life. This is a novel about transformation, leaving behind loneliness and embracing the fact that connections with other people is not fraught with fear and rejection. Instead Katelyn and Shirley will evolve with new experiences and reflection on attitudes and errors from the past. Despite the frustration, this is a delightful story that this reader found very enjoyable and recommends as a contemporary, very real story that speaks to families anywhere in the world!
AmberK1120 More than 1 year ago
Thank you to Marin Thomas and Berkley for sending me a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. Oh my gosh, this book had me laughing out loud from start to finish. It was exactly the women's fiction book I needed and wanted to read this summer. It had the expected arc of women going through an emotional experience that helps them grow and rediscover themselves, and the empowering female camaraderie that I enjoy so much. It also had the smart ass characters, in this case both a mother and a mother-in-law, who speak their minds whenever and wherever they please, regardless of who will hear or the consequences. And these women had so many spot-on comments that I lost track of how many times I nearly spit my coffee all over the pages. I don't feel that I need to say more about this book. The outcome of the story was expected yet comforting. I knew how it would end, but that was part of the book's appeal: the surprise and enjoyment of the journey from A to B. The characters were sassy and smart and funny as hell. (And the pages smell divine.) Ms. Thomas did everything right in writing this book and fans of women's fiction definitely need to add this to your list.
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Marin Thomas quashes the notion of ‘you can never go home again’ in her latest novel, The Future She Left Behind. Katelyn Pratt has it all—a beautiful set of twins, a more than adequate home filled with lots of expensive possessions and a hard-working husband who sustains all the finer things in life she’s grown accustomed to. When her husband of twenty years decides to trade forty-year-old Katelyn in for a younger model, little did Katelyn know her departure would entail inheriting the company of her judgmental and serene mother-in-law. It was time to leave St. Louis and travel back in time to Little Springs, Texas—a place Katelyn vowed she would keep in her rear-view mirror for the rest of her life when she left for college long ago. Little Springs wasn’t just a small and suffocating town with a one-way ticket to nowhere. It was the home and place she left her first love Jackson—the man she traded love for money when she married Don. Katelyn was a gifted artist and when she received scholarships to college for her abilities, it was her ticket to freedom from uneventful Little Springs. Of course, she loved Jackson. He was her true love, but he would never have the money to provide the life Katelyn wanted. Sadly, during the twenty years she was married to Don, Katelyn rarely (if ever) picked up her sketch pad or paint brush. Rather, she spent the years convincing herself her children needed her, and the charity functions and dinners were important for her husband’s steady and successful climb. When her twins prepare for their new life in college in the coming fall and her marriage implodes, it is her return to Little Springs and the reconnection with Jackson that guilt Katelyn into realizing the only obstacle that kept Katelyn away from what she loved most all those years was Katelyn. Marin Thomas maximizes on the precious real estate of the first handful of pages to draw her audience into this engaging story. She has a natural flair toward conversation and complements it beautifully with tangible scenery and set up. Ms. Thomas clearly gets the concept of taking a fictitious character and applying life and personality to him/her. There are plenty of whimsical and witty exchanges between Katelyn Pratt and her overbearing mother-in-law that are beyond relatable. The humor and tasteful sarcasm of the constant banter between the two will have the reader willingly turning each page to experience the next showdown. Ms. Thomas has taken the age-old premise of ‘you can never go home again’ and more than dabbled with the premise of ‘...or maybe you can.’ I had the pleasure of reading and reviewing Ms. Thomas’ previous novel, The Promise of Forgiveness. This body of work is as exceptionally satisfying to read as her previous novel was. Ms. Thomas has proven again she has an ample war chest filled with a bevy of stories to pen; each more delicious than the last, without question. Well done! I look forward to the next read. Quill says: Sometimes we must travel back in time to salvage the ‘future we left behind.’
CharlotteLynnsReviews More than 1 year ago
I laughed so many times while reading this book. It wasn’t particularly funny, but Shirley Pratt, A.K.A the mother-in-law from hell, was hilarious. She was mean, she was a manipulator, and she was funny. I love how she poked and prodded at her daughter-in-law and how the DIL let her but got her own pokes in. Katelyn, the DIL, was wonderful. She had the patience of a saint but didn’t take her life lying down. Sure, she became the stay at home mom from TV shows but it was what she wanted to do for her twins. Yet, when the going got tough she put her big girl panties on and did what she wanted to change her life. I like that she didn’t let her failed marriage define who she was and didn’t play the boo hoo poor me card. The Future She Left Behind is a book of hope, not giving up dreams, and family. The characters were quirky and fun. None were perfect but they were all realistic. The storyline tugged at your heart, made you giggle, and made you have hope. I recommend getting your own copy and enjoying it for yourself. Thank you Roxanne Jones at Berkley Publishing Group for a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
laceye721 More than 1 year ago
This book was adorable! I didn't know how I would feel after reading the synopsis, but I fell in love with the way Marin Thomas wrote this story.  After being served divorce papers from her husband who is away on business, Katelyn is forced to take her mother-in-law back to Little Springs. Shirley, Katelyn's mother-in-law, always berates her and makes her feel like she wasn't ever worth her son. After finding out the reasons why Katelyn and Don's marriage ended, Shirley and Katelyn started to bond while in Katelyn's hometown.  The stories that each individual character had were loving, sad, motivational, heartbreaking and more. There was a lot in this book that were extremely realistic. The ending of relationships, returning home to your parents, finding love whether you're older or starting over, etc. Marin Thomas did a very good job on making it seem realistic. There were some things in this book that pleasantly surprised me. There were some things that I just weren't expecting and I think that it made the book better for me. The characters didn't shine for me all too much. I really enjoyed Katelyn, but they weren't all like she was. There were things with the characters that I would change, but not too much that it would change the book drastically. I think that this book definitely has great potential and I loved the story. I wasn't really sure in the beginning what to think, but I'm glad I gave this one a try!