FIRST LOVE ISN'T FOREVER...
Exhibit A: Faith's little sister, Skye, who muddled through her first divorce at the tender age of twenty-one. Faith has always provided damage control when Skye's love life gets too reminiscent of a daytime drama. But now that Faith has finally found the job, if not the man, of her dreams -- as a culinary writer, currently living la dolce vita in Italy -- she can't just jet back to small-town Minnesota to help her suddenly pregnant little sister heal her broken heart and anemic bank account.
BUT NEVER SAY NEVER!
Faith has been putting off this homecoming for years, ever since her dad left her family in the lurch, her mother left her in charge of Skye, and a sub-zero case of cold feet led her to call off the engagement to her high school sweetheart, Flynn. But a return to the amber fields of grain might just be what Faith needs to gain some perspective on her past -- and figure out her future. It's been way too long since her last love affair...memories of Flynn still get in the way of every man she meets. But if she and Flynn are really meant to be, why does the path to happily-ever-after have so many potholes?
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August 02, 2004
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Excerpt from My Favorite Mistake by Beth Kendrick
i would just like to state for the record that I tried to say no. In fact, I did say no. But my sister, as usual, refused to hear it. And then she dragged my credit rating, ten years of pent-up guilt and my ex-boyfriend into it, so what was I to do
This was late June in Florence and I was holed up in a narrow-halled hotel near the Piazza del Duomo. Skye and I were thirty minutes into a intercontinental AT&T marathon. Between the crackling overseas connection and her wet, honking noseblows, details were sketchy. But all signs seemed to indicate trouble on the marital front.
"Mitzi!" she shrieked. "Her name is fucking Mitzi!"
My brother-in-law had a long history of dallying with poodle-named women. Before he married Skye, there had been a Brandi, a Lulu, and even, if the rumors can be believed, a Kiki.
"Mitzi, huh " I said. "That cuts like a knife."
I did not point out that since Bob, ruddy-cheeked and shifty-eyed, had left his second wife for her after a few illicit trysts in a pickup truck, this situation was not quite the Stonehengian coincidence she was making it out to be.
My sigh stirred up a flurry of dust motes on the windowsill. This was not new territory for us. I turned back to the laptop perched on the hotel's spindly legged end table and put my Big Sister voice on autopilot while I started to proofread my latest attempt at a travel article. "Sweetie, I know you're upset right now -- "
"I think that there should be laws against calling your children bad seventies porn star names!" she sobbed. "The rule should be: What if your daughter wants to grow up and be a senator Who's going to vote for Senator Mitzi "
"Okay, just calm -- "
"What am I going to do Bob is the love of my life! How could he dump me like this No one ever dumps me." She paused. "Now I finally understand how you felt all those times."
I held my breath, counted to ten and tried to ignore the hot prickling in my chest.
"Faith Are you even listening I'm totally serious. I'm killing myself!"
This was my cue.
"Suck it up, Skye. Come on," I barked like a sergeant demanding six A.M. push-ups. "This isn't the spirit that won the West. You're not going to kill yourself over some chick named Mitzi and your jackass husband. First of all, you know you can do better. By your own admission, that guy Lars or whoever has been panting after you for weeks."
Ragged breathing over the line, but I thought I could hear a smile creep in.