Seasons of the Heart
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Set against the backdrop of World War II and beyond, Seasons of the Heart tells the enthralling, inspiring story of a woman determined to prevail in both good times and bad
In 1941, with America at war, Ann Pollock falls in love. Handsome, charming attorney Phillip Coulter is everything she could want in a man and mate. But soon after they marry, Phillip leaves to fight for his country. When he comes home, he’s a stranger, his body and spirit broken in a Japanese POW camp.
It is only Ann’s indomitable will and determination to succeed against all odds that keeps her family together. But her newfound career as a real-estate agent takes a toll on her marriage and especially on her daughter, Evie. And then, at an age when such things are not supposed to happen, Ann finds what she had never dared to dream of: the second great love her life . . .
holiday, and I have a room—” “Ah,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “you have a room, you are English and speak French better than me. So I guessed wrong, it won’t be the first time. Life is full of little surprises.” “You’re quite right, mademoiselle. If I had not wandered in here this evening, merely by accident, I might never have had the joy of seeing you perform—” “However, you didn’t stay just to pay me compliments, you stayed because you thought it would be easy to share my bed …
work, remember?” She began to dress. Rubin got out of bed quickly and took the shoes from her hands. “No. You’re not going back to that place.” Magda grabbed them away from him. “What do you mean, I’m not going back?” She had not gone to sing the night before. If she didn’t show up tonight, she’d be fired. “You don’t own me, Rubin Hack. Not now, and not ever. You see, I was right. There are always strings attached.” The last few hours had been a crazy dream, Magda thought angrily. When will I
household. Ruthie, I loved your wedding, but no one could be happier than Phillip and I.” Ruthie’s attention was diverted as she watched Ben kiss his daughter as he left her at the chuppa, the traditional wedding canopy, and returned to the empty front pew opposite the Coulters. Whatever thoughts, feelings, or misgivings anyone had in that small assembly vanished as the rabbi began to intone the marriage ceremony. When the short ceremony ended, Phillip took Ann into his arms. “I’m going to
the check. “Thank you, Mr. Coulter,” the saleslady said, then stopped. “Phillip Coulter! Why, I remember when you used to come in with your mother—must be thirty years ago or more!” “I imagine it must be,” Phillip said. “So this is your little girl! Isn’t that wonderful. She is just adorable.” “Thank you,” Phillip said, smiling. “Well, you’ll have to excuse us, we have some more shopping to do. Merry Christmas!” he said as he and Evie took their package. Phillip walked away, feeling
there. Then she reserved a suite at the Plaza. Seized with a feeling of recklessness, she decided to be in New York a day early and do some shopping. Apart from the black cocktail dress she had bought on her last trip, Ann owned only clothing necessary for her work, casual attire to wear around the house, and two modest dresses for occasional business socializing. Why not indulge myself? she thought. God knows I can afford it. Once settled in at the Plaza, Ann set out like a child on her way to