Under the summer sky, anything is possible.... Author of the acclaimed novels Cloud Nine and Follow the Stars Home, Luanne Rice returns with another moving portrait of a family in crisis -- as three sisters come face-to-face with the past and find in each other the courage to go on. Coolly sophisticated and steadfastly single, Caroline Renwick has always been the sister everyone could count on. As she and Clea and Skye gathered at Firefly Hill, their childhood home, Caroline thought that they had all put the past behind them. But as summer gets under way, a mysterious man arrives -- a man who has the power to bring it all back.... Joe Connor was only six when his father died at Firefly Hill. Though he and Caroline had never met, the five-year-old girl reached out to him. They became pen pals and friends, until a teenaged Joe finally learned the truth about what had happened to his father that night. Now, after years of silence, Joe is suddenly here ...
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May 29, 2001
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Excerpt from Firefly Beach by Luanne Rice
It was the longest day of the year. The full moon was rising out of the sea. The old dog lay on the grass beside Caroline, his chin resting on folded paws. Caroline, her mother, and her sisters sat in white wicker chairs. The gathering had an edge; family ghosts were circling around.
Caroline Renwick felt like a matriarch, but she was just the oldest sister. She loved her family. They were strong yet vulnerable, ordinary women who happened to be exceptional. Sometimes she felt she spent too much time with them, shepherding them along like a flock of eccentric sheep. Whenever that happened, she would jump on a plane, go on a business trip. It didn't matter where, as long as it was far enough away to give her mind a rest. But for right now, she was home.
As the moon rose, it grew smaller and colder, lost its pinkness and became silver. Stirred and panting, Homer raised his head from his paws ... to watch. "Oh, girls," Augusta Renwick said, looking at her three daughters once it was entirely up.
"Isn't it incredible " Augusta asked, staring out at Long Island Sound.
"A full moon on the longest day of the year," said Caroline. "That has to be a good omen."
"You're always looking for signs," Clea teased. "A full moon, shooting stars..."
"The North Star," Skye said. "Caroline taught me how to find it the last night I was ever really happy."
"The last what " Augusta asked, smiling.
"Mom ..." Caroline warned.
"My last happy night," Skye said sadly. She stumbled slightly on the words, making Caroline wonder how much she had already had to drink.
"You're happy now, darling," Augusta said. "Don't be ridiculous. How can you say something like that "
"Easily," Skye said softly, staring at the old dog Homer.
"Mom..." Caroline started again, racking her brain for something light and conversational.
"Oh, Skye. Stop now," Augusta said, looking wounded. "We're celebrating the summer solstice! Let's get back to talking about stars...."
"The North Star..." Clea said, laughing. "I don't need it anymore. If I want to go somewhere, I'll call my travel agent. No more hiking, no more hunting for this girl."
"Don't need any stars," Skye said.
"We all need stars," Augusta said. Then she said it again, as if it were very important: "We all need stars."
"We need cocktails," Skye said. "Isn't it time The sun's down, the moon's up. There: I've got signs too. It's the cocktail hour. Right, Homer " The ancient golden retriever thumped his tail.