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Will Allison - Long Drive Home

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In his riveting new novel, Will Allison, critically acclaimed author of What You Have Left, crafts an emotional and psychological drama that explores the moral ambiguities of personal responsibility as it chronicles a fathers attempt to explain himself to his daughtereven though he knows that in doing so, he risks losing her. Life can change in an instant because of one small mistake. For Glen Bauer, all it takes is a quick jerk of the steering wheel, intended to scare a reckless driver. But the reckless driver is killed, and just like that, Glens placid suburban existence begins to unravel. Written in part as a confessional letter from Glen to his daughter, Sara, Long Drive Home evokes the sharp-eyed observation of Tom Perrotta and the pathos of Dan Chaon in its trenchant portrait of contemporary American life. When Glen realizes no one else saw the accident, he impulsively lies about what happenedto the police, to his wife, even to Sara, who was in the backseat at the time of the crash. But a tenacious detective thinks Sara might have seen more than she knows, or more than her parents will let her tell. And when Glen tries to prevent the detective from questioning Sara, he finds himself in a high-stakes cat-and-mouse game that could end in a lawsuit or prison. What he doesnt see coming is the reaction of his wife, Liza panicked plan that threatens to tear their family apart in the name of saving it. But what if the accident wasnt really Glens fault? What if someone else were to blame for the turn his life has taken? Its a question Glen cant let go of. And as he struggles to understand the extent of his own guilt, he finds himself on yet another collision course, different in kind but with the potential to be equally devastating. Long Drive Home is a stunning cautionary tale of unintended consequences that confirms Will Allisons growing reputation as a rising literary talent.

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Also by Will Allison

What You Have Left: A Novel

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Free Press

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2011 by Will Allison

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Free Press Subsidiary Rights Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020.

First Free Press hardcover edition May 2011

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Manufactured in the United States of America

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

ISBN 978-1-4165-4303-9

ISBN 978-1-4516-0819-9 (ebook)

For Deborah and Hazel

Contents Dear Sara Its hard for me to imagine the person youll be when you - photo 5

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Dear Sara,

Its hard for me to imagine the person youll be when you read thisprobably on your way to college and a life of your own. Sometimes that feels like forever away. But other timeswhen you get into the car wearing your moms perfume, or shush me distractedly as you study the menu at a diner, or manage to throw a baseball that goes exactly where you want it toI feel time racing by so fast I can hardly breathe. Not knowing where things will stand between us ten years from now or how this letter will change them, I need to make sure you understand, before I go any further, how grateful I am to have you in my life, how lucky I am to be your father, how sorry I am for the way things have turned out between your mom and me since the accident. I know its been hard. I know its been confusing. My intention here is to be honest with you about all of it, to write down for later all the things I cant very well tell an eight-year-old now.

You may be wondering why Im doing this. I wont pretend Im not hoping youll forgive me, but please dont think Im asking for forgiveness, or that I think I deserve it. Detective Rizzo once told me that all confessions boil down to one thing: stress. People confess, he said, to relieve the psychological and physiological effects of guilt, regret, anxiety, shame. To share the burden with someone else. To at least glimpse the possibility of redemption. Its only human nature.

Remember the time you spilled orange juice on my keyboard and I didnt know why it wasnt working and you told me what youd done, even though you could have gotten away with it? You said you couldnt stop thinking about it. You said you felt so bad, you had to tell me, even if you got in trouble. Thats where I am. People confess when their need for relief overrides their instinct for self-preservation. I dont claim to be any different.

Still, Im not sure Id be writing this if I didnt also believe that, on some level, you already know the truth about the accident. You were there, after all. I have to think someday its all going to come clear to you, and when it does, youll know not only why I did what I did, but also that I wasnt honest with you about it. You dont deserve to be lied to. I dont want that between us, not on top of everything else. I dont want to make the same mistakes with you that I made with your mom.

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Things didnt have to turn out the way they did. The accident was no more a matter of destiny than anything else you can rightfully call an accident, just mistakes and poor judgment. With a different choice here or thereand Im talking the small ones you wouldnt otherwise give a second thought toI could have gotten us safely home from school like I did every other day. Sara would have done her homework at the kitchen table while I prepped dinner, then we might have gone for a bike ride over to Ivy Hill Park, or played catch in the backyard, or worked on a jigsaw puzzle. Shed have kept me company in the basement while I folded laundry, or read a book on the rug in my office while I returned calls and checked email. At 6:38 sharp, wed have gotten back into the station wagon to go meet Lizs train, then the three of us would have sat down to stir fry or spaghetti and meatballs and talked about the positions Liz was trying to fill at the bank, or whose parents we wanted to spend Thanksgiving with. Mostly, though, wed have talked about Sarawhich one of her friends she wanted the next play date with, what she wanted to be for Halloween, whether she was going to keep growing her hair or get it chopped off. Putting her to bed, Liz and I might even have paused to remark on how lucky we were, as we were inclined to do, but at no point would we have considered the possibility that wed dodged a bullet that day, that wed come this close to our lives veering permanently off course. Thats the kind of thing you see only in hindsight.

This was late October, just over two years ago, when Sara was in first grade. I had a small accounting business I ran out of the housetax work, mostlyand Id knocked off early to be the parent helper in Saras classroom. Up until the drive home from Montclair, it was a good afternoon. The kids were writing their own historically accurate Thanksgiving play, with deer meat instead of turkey and no black clothes or funny buckles. I got to help with the script (Do not be confused, sir, we are Pilgrims, not Puritans!) and painting the backdrop. At the end of the day, there was a birthday party outside. The weather was warm for fallkids shedding hoodies, kicking up leaves, the sun almost white against a deep blue skyand though it was Thursday, I remember it feeling like Friday. The birthday girl had brought a box of chocolate cupcakes the size of softballs. Sara offered me a bite of hers, very polite in front of her teacher, and looked relieved when I said no thanks.

I was teasing her about that on the drive home, asking if shed saved me any, when I had to stop short for a light on Thomas Boulevard. I didnt know there was a police car behind us until it almost rear-ended us. In the mirror, I could see the officer back there cursing me. I shook my head. What are you going to do, I thought, write me a ticket for not running the light?

What he ended up doing was backing up and going around us, as if the law didnt apply to himno flashing lights, no siren, no nothing. He ran the light because he could, because who was going to stop him? As he passed us, he shot me a look. The look was what did it. Imagine my finger tapping the first in a line of dominos. I opened the window, stuck out my arm, and flipped him off.

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I admit, Im not the most laid-back driver, especially with Sara in the backseat. Even now, I still think about a close call we had in Cleveland not long before she was born. Id just passed my CPA exam, and Liz had taken me out to celebrate. On the way home after dinner, a few blocks from our apartment, the light turned green and she started into the intersection. Next thing I knew, the trees and cars and buildings were going sideways. A delivery truck had run the light and spun us into a pole. It felt like wed been hit by a tornado. The front end of the car was practically gone. A few more feet into the intersection, and it would have been the drivers-side door. Liz was hystericalOh my God! Oh my God!hyperventilating and holding her stomach, saying she should have seen the guy coming. She was seven months pregnant.

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