The Heights: A Novel
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A "devilishly delightful" (Bookpage) new novel from an Academy Award-nominated screenwriter and the author of What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
Tim and Kate Welch are seemingly the last middle-class family in the exclusive neighborhood of Brooklyn Heights, NewYork. Tim is a popular history teacher, and an ordinary guy. Kate is not ordinary, but she aspires to be. Brought up by a hippie mother, Kate stays home with their two young sons trying to be the responsible parent she never had. But their neat and tidy world is turned upside down when Anna Brody- beautiful, wealthy, and impulsive-moves into the most expensive brownstone in Brooklyn, and draws Kate and Tim into her world.
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said, “It’s not interesting. Not like you and your husband.” “Oh, come on.” “He bought me. Basically, I was for sale.” “What? Were you a prostitute?” She didn’t blink at my inappropriate question. “No, I was poor. And he was anything but. And he wore me down. Philip is, if anything, persistent. And persuasive.” We had so much left to talk about, but my cell phone vibrated. It was Tim. “I’m on my way,” I told him. I flipped my phone closed and signaled for the check. “Gotta run,” I said.
very end of Leno. And I talk about you. What am I saying? I’m talking about you when I’m talking at the end. [Pause.] Hey,greattalking. Hopeyou’rewell. It’s great you have kids. Oh, and, of course, please say hey to Tom. TIM WHAT WAS I THINKING, TOSSING MY RATTY BLACK OVERCOAT TO THE MAN IN THE tuxedo who opened the door? It was a sudden, arrogant impulse, but it took Kate digging her heel into my shoe for me to realize I’d been rude. “Thank you!” I hurried to say. The Man in the Tuxedo said,
the toilet seat with the lid down as I told her everything. And she heard my every word. Before she went off to bed, she kindly quoted what a wise woman (Kate) had once written to me on a birthday card: “Growing older—contrary to what everyone tells us—is one of the nicest parts of being alive. Growing older, and not becoming our parents, but rather, slightly better versions.” As she left me alone in the tub, she called back, “So tell me, Mr. Welch, can we safely conclude that we’re both
the garment bag and said, “If you could give this to Anna.” He looked puzzled. “What were you doing with this?” “I’m returning it.” “Why did you have it?” “Well, your wife gave it to me. But now I’m giving it back.” His jaw dropped slightly. He looked down. He sighed. “Won’t you come in?” “I’m late for work.” “Please, Kate. Please, come in.” That he remembered my name was what carried me inside. We stood in the foyer with the light blue Egyptian tile floor and the ornate tin ceilings.
Welch, Tim’s father. Coach Welch had more wins than any coach in women’s collegiate Division III history. Tim rolled onto his side, facing me, and said, “Wait till you hear what happened today.” Then he recounted his day of teaching, saying it was one of his best ever, and he was so sweet about it that even though I wasn’t in the mood, I pulled off his pajama bottoms and touched him with my hands. “But, Kate, you haven’t told me about you.” I didn’t stop. “Not until you tell me—” So I