Born in Hawaii and buffeted by the Second World War, Julie Lehman lives through six decades on her way to becoming an accomplished artist. Raised by an alcoholic mother and a father too busy to care, she is always seeking love. She has two romances. The first sours as she endures an abusive relationship she is afraid to leave. In the second, there's the lure of true love. Will she ever enjoy the happiness she deserves?
I went home that night to my empty house. I was alone, and the house
seemed so dark. I went from room to room turning on lights. That made me
feel better, and I sat down at the dining table with a pad of paper and
a glass of wine. After the first glass, I poured another and started
I preferred to live in town, so I would put the big house near the
country club on the market. Note number one: Call realtor.
I knew a man who owned quite a few houses he rented. I would get in
touch with him and see what he had available> Note number two: Call
I decided to keep the big car that Fred bought when he was ill, because
it would last longer than my own. Note number three: Call auto dealer to
have him pick up my car and give me a price for it.
I knew there would be more lists, but this was a start> I was pleased
with myself> I could actually run my life without Fred looking over my
shoulder, correcting all of my supposed mistakes.
After supper and a bath, I went to bed. Surely I would sleep well. It
didn't take me long to drift off. I awoke with a start. It was a long
time after midnight, but well before morning. I remembered that I had
In the dream, I was in Fred's study, his office at home. Fred was at his
desk and I was standing behind him. He slowly turned to see me, his eyes
cold, his lips not smiling. "why are you still here." he said. "Our
conversation is over. Get out of my sight."
I looked down and saw that I was holding a gun. That's when I woke up.
Who was I going to shoot? Fred? Myself? If I went back to sleep, would I
find out? Did I even want to find out? Was there something Fred would be
unhappy about? If he were alive and knew about the lists I had made
before bedtime? Like I didn't know the answer to thar question.
It was then that I realized that Fred was not through with me. He still
had some of the power I had feared while he was alive. The big question
for me was, what was I going to do about it?
Excerpted from "A Place on the Water" by Marilyn King. Copyright © 2017 by Marilyn King. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Marilyn King is a writer and an artist. She likes to use her paintings to illustrate the covers of her books. The cover on her new novel, A Place on the Water was done in acrylic. The Cover of her earlier book of Short Stories, Sisters, was done in pastel.
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