Susan Wiggs - Table for Five

Wiggs writes with an even hand, thus adding another excellent title to her already outstanding body of work.

Booklist on Table for Five

Wiggs excels at portraying the delicate dynamics among lovers, friends and family members, and her keen awareness of sensory detail ensures that the scents and sounds of Rosas kitchen are just as palpable as heady attraction between the protagonists.

Publishers Weekly on Summer by the Sea

starred review

Wiggss characterizations are strong, jumping off the page with a winning blend of realism and warmth. A richly textured storythis book will polish Wiggss already glowing reputation.

on Passing Through Paradise

starred review

Wiggs richly evokes her multi-faceted setting while depicting equally complex human relationshipsthe storys themethe all-encompassing power of loveis timeless, and it is this theme, along with the authors polished prose and well-rounded characters, that make Wiggss story so satisfying.

on A Summer Affair

starred review

With its lively prose, well-developed conflict and passionate characters, this enjoyable, poignant tale is certain to enchant.

on Halfway to Heaven

SUMMER BY THE SEA

THE OCEAN BETWEEN US

A SUMMER AFFAIR

HOME BEFORE DARK

ENCHANTED AFTEROON

PASSING THROUGH PARADISE

HALFWAY TO HEAVEN

THE YOU I NEVER KNEW

JUST BREATHE

The Chicago Fire trilogy

THE FIREBRAND

THE MISTRESS

THE HOSTAGE

THE HORSEMASTERS DAUGHTER

THE CHARM SCHOOL

THE DRIFTER

THE LIGHTKEEPER

To Jay

Some things are so unexpected that no one is prepared for them.

Leo Rosten

Friday
2:45 p.m.

H ey, Miss Robinson, want to know how to figure out your porn-star name? asked Russell Clark, bouncing on the balls of his feet toward the school bus.

I think Ill make it through the day without that. Lily Robinson put a hand on the boys shoulder to keep him from bouncing off the covered sidewalk and into the driving rain.

Aw, come on, its easy. You just say the name of your street and

No, thank you, Russell, Lily said in her enoughs enough tone. She hoped he didnt really know what a porn star was. Thats inappropriate, and youre supposed to be line leader this afternoon.

Oops. Reminded of the privilege, Russell stiffened his spine and marched in a straight line, dutifully leading twenty-three third-graders to the area under the awning by the parking lot. Im going to Echo Ridge today, he said, heading for Bus Number Four. I have a golf lesson.

In this rain?

Itll clear up, I bet. See you, Miss Robinson. Russell went bounding toward the bus, hopscotching around puddles in the parking lot.

Lily doled out goodbyes and have-a-good-days to the rest of her students, watching them scatter like a flock of startled ducklings to buses and carpools. Charlie Holloway and her best friend, Lindsey Davenport, were last in line, holding hands and chattering together while they waited for Mrs. Davenports car to pull forward.

When Charlie caught Lilys eye, she ducked her head and looked away. Lily felt a beat of sympathy for the little girl, who was painfully aware that her parents were coming in for a conference after school. The child looked small and fragile, trying to disappear into her yellow rain slicker. Lily wanted to reassure her, to tell her not to worry.

Charlie didnt give her a chance. Theres your mom, she said, giving Lindseys hand a tug. Bye, have a good weekend, she called to Lily, and the girls dashed for the blue Volvo station wagon.

Lily smiled and waved, making an effort not to appear troubled, but seeing them like that, best friends skipping off together, reminded her of her own childhood best friendCharlies mother, Crystal. This was not going to be an easy conference.

Hey, whats the matter? asked Greg Duncan, the PE teacher. After school, he coached the high school golf team, though he was known to be a full-time flirt.

Youre not supposed to notice that anythings the matter, Lily told him.

He grinned and loped to her side, a big, friendly Saint Bernard of a guy, all velvet brown eyes, giant paws, a silver whistle on a lanyard around his neck. I know exactly whats wrong, he said. You dont have a date tonight.

Here we go again, thought Lily. She liked Greg a lot, she really did, but he exhausted her with his need for attention. He was too much guy, the way a Saint Bernard is too much dog. Twice divorced, he had dated most of the women she knew and had recently set his sights on her. Wrong, she said, grinning back. Ive got plans.

Liar. Youre just trying to spare my feelings.

Guilty as charged, Lily thought.

Is he hitting on you again? Edna Klein, the school principal, joined them under the awning. In her sixties, with waist-length silver hair and intense blue eyes, Edna resembled a Woodstock grandmother. She wore Birkenstocks with socks and turquoise-and-silver jewelry, and she lived at a commune called Cloud Mountain. Yet no one failed to take her seriously. Along with her earth-mother looks, she possessed a Ph.D. from Berkeley, three ex-husbands, four grown children and ten years of sobriety in AA. When it came to running a school, she was a consummate professional, supportive of teachers, encouraging to students, inspiring confidence in parents.

Harassment in the workplace, Lily stated. Im thinking of filing a complaint.

Im the one with the complaint, Greg said. Ive been hitting on this woman since Valentines Day, and all I get from her is a movie once a month.

At least I let you pick the movie. Hell on Earth was a real high point for me.

Youre a heartless wench, Lily Robinson, he said, heading for the gym. Have a nice weekend, ladies.

Hes barking up the wrong tree, Lily said to Edna.

Are you this negative about all men or just Coach Duncan?

Lily laughed. What is it about turning thirty? Suddenly my love life is everyones business.

Of course it is, hon. Because we all want you to have one.

People were always asking Lily if she was seeing anyone special or if she intended to have children. Everyone seemed to want to know when she was going to settle down. They didnt understand. She was settled. Her life was exactly the way she wanted it. Relationships were scary things to Lily. Getting into an emotional relationship was like getting into a car with a drunk driver. You were in for a wild ride, and it was bound to end with someone getting hurt.

Im meddling, arent I? Edna admitted.

Definitely.

I cant help myself. Id love to see you with someone special, Lily.

Lily took off her glasses and polished the lenses on a corner of her sweater. The world turned to a smear of rain-soaked gray and green, the principal palette of an Oregon spring. Why wont anyone believe that Im satisfied with things just the way they are?

Satisfaction and happiness are two different matters.

Lily put her glasses on and the world came back into focus. Feeling satisfied makes me happy.

One of these days, my friend, youll find yourself wanting more, said Edna.

Not today, Lily said, thinking of the upcoming conference.

A group of students clustered around to tell her goodbye. Edna took the time to speak to each child personally, and each turned away with a big smile on his or her face.

Lily felt a small nudge of discontent. Satisfaction and happiness are two different matters. It was hard enough to make herself happy, let alone another person, she thought. Yet when she looked around, she had to admit that she saw people do it every day. A mother coaxed laughter from her baby, a man brought flowers to his wife, a child opened a school lunch box to find a love note from home.