No Time to Wave Goodbye: A Novel (Random House Reader's Circle)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Twenty-two years have passed since Beth Cappadora’s three-year-old son, Ben, was abducted. By some miracle he returned nine years later, and the family began to pick up the pieces of their lives.
Now, in this sequel to Mitchard’s beloved bestseller The Deep End of the Ocean, the Cappadora children are grown: Ben is married and has a baby girl, Kerry is studying to be an opera singer, and ne’er-do-well older son Vincent is a fledgling filmmaker. His new documentary—focusing on five families caught in the torturous web of never knowing the fate of their abducted children—shakes his parents to the core. As Vincent’s film earns greater and greater acclaim and Beth tries to stave off a torrent of long-submerged emotions, the Cappadoras’ world is rocked as Beth’s greatest fear becomes reality. The family is soon drawn precipitously into the past, revisiting the worst moment of their lives—this time with only hours to find the truth that can save a life.
A spellbinding novel about family loyalty and love pushed to the limits of endurance, No Time to Wave Goodbye is Jacquelyn Mitchard at her best.
cabinet, making sure the pencils were in separate bins from the markers and that none of the long roofing nails had got mixed in with the tacks, lining up the cereal boxes in order by height. Beth thought that Pat’s sleep requirement per week was roughly the average person’s nightly need. Vincent was like him that way. (“Maybe it’s because they’re Romans,” Beth’s brother Bick had once suggested, some long-ago Christmas just after she and Pat were married, when Bick spent a night with Beth at her
tuck herself into a corner and think. When she perched on the oversized furniture picked out by the decorator—who looked about twelve years old—Pat brought home to “do” their new house after she “did” the new restaurant, on one of her vast prairie-colored sofas, for example, Beth still felt like the kind of doll grandmothers sat on a bed. What would Vincent tell her? Beth wondered. The ordinary mom-type interrogatory easily with Kerry was almost unheard-of with her sons. Kerry had so little
to grab a nap before a performance, she would just lie down and listen to some sound far away and she could pass out for fifteen minutes, wake up ready to go,” Vincent told him. “Try that.” A few moments later, when Vincent glanced at Ben, he saw that his brother was already asleep, Stella cuddled like a doll between Ben and the back of the bench. It was surprisingly easy for Vincent to pillow his head on the coat he found (okay, it was Whittier’s, but who cared?) and blink out too. The sound
room. She asked, “Is Vincent Cappadora awake?” “You’re his mother. We met before,” the nurse said. “Well, he is sort of. He’s groggy. We’ve kind of knocked him out on purpose. They have a lot of work to do. But you can wait in his room for him. I’ll get another chair in there. Or a cot if you like.” “That’s okay,” Beth said. “I can sit in the chair that’s in there. I peeked inside. It looks pretty comfortable.” From one of the hospital’s tiered windows, Beth glanced down at the street. It was
she—Vincent’s mother—had not known about the film. But her best friend had. What could Beth do about this? Her shoulders sagged: The thing was done. What could she do? It was one more betrayal and yes, probably necessary. Had Beth known, she would have tried to talk him out of this part—if she were honest, she would have tried to talk Vincent out of the whole thing. Had she been successful, it would have been one of the big regrets of her life. Now, back on the screen in footage Vincent had