The Long Road Home Paperback – Oct 19 2010
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About the Author
Mary Alice Monroe is the New York Times bestselling and award-winning author of fourteen novels, including Beach House Memories, The Butterfly’s Daughter, Time Is a River, and Last Light Over Carolina. Her latest novel, Beach House Memories, is the prequel to her bestsellers The Beach House and Swimming Lessons. For more information about Mary Alice’s books, visit her at MaryAliceMonroe.com.
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Nora MacKenzie slipped a complacent smile on her face. It was a look that she had mastered over the past year. A mask she donned to protect herself from the horde of lawyers, accountants, and other corporate hit men who had invaded her life since Mike's death. Most of them were here now, assembled around the massive oak conference table in Mike's office, shuffling papers, murmuring, jotting notes. Their work was done. Like jurors, they were poised to deliver a verdict.
She sat alone at the far end of the table, one against so many. Nora felt the bulk of her dark wool suit, the high blouse collar like a cinch around her neck. She had chosen the respectable outfit deliberately. Despite the gossip, she would show them that Michael MacKenzie's widow was a lady.
There was a chill in the morning air. No one had offered her coffee. Clasping her hands tight in her lap, Nora peered from behind her mask to study the men and women who would decide her fate. A few had the air of pompous boredom that she long ago discovered hid incompetence. She recognized those that had played the role of her supporter and those that had taken the attack. There were more of them. A few she had talked to daily for almost a year. Today, however, she was universally ignored. Dismissal was clear in their eyes.
Ralph Bellows sat across the length of polished wood, his gray hair flowing from his broad forehead like a periwig. Nora knew he would act as judge. Bellows relished the role. A clearing of his throat served as a gavel, and he called his court to order with a firm "Shall we begin?"
Nora's shoulders tensed. She had no doubt Mike would be found guilty in the eyes of his peers. He had committed the worst of crimes: bungled his finances, destroyed his businesses, and left them without a profit. Yet the one to serve the sentence would be her.
Straightening in the stiff leather chair, Nora appeared calm and dignified. She offered Bellows a gracious nod.
"Mrs. MacKenzie well, we are not strangers in this room. We have endured together a long, arduous year. May I address you as Nora?"
His smile revealed teeth the color of ripe bananas. Nora nodded again. They'd endured? Nora clenched her hands in bitterness. She had endured. They'd conducted business as usual. No matter how disastrous her estate, they would be assured their pay before creditors got a dime.
"The untangling of Mike's business dealings has been more complicated than we originally envisioned," Bellows began gravely. "Our work is not yet completed."
A short gasp escaped from Nora's lips. It had been a year since Mike's suicide. What more could they need to accomplish before settling the estate?
Reading her frustration, Bellows continued in a conciliatory tone. "No one realizes the futility of further delays more than I. However, to put it bluntly, Michael MacKenzie left behind a mess. No one, least of all family, understood the extent of his holdings. We are doing our best to put together the pieces of his myriad dealings, but some critical bits of information are still missing."
From under his bushy brows, Bellows's pale eyes searched hers intently. Nora felt like the prey of an owl. She paled, yet steadfastly returned his gaze with the wide eyes of innocence.
You bet they're missing, she thought from behind her mask. There wasn't a man or a woman at this table who hadn't rifled through every nook and cranny she and Mike possessed. Who hadn't read every personal letter they could find. Who had bothered to ask her permission. There was a frenzy to their search that raised her suspicions and her ire. Even the break-in at her New York apartment disturbed her less than their blatant disregard. Nothing had been stolen, but Mike's desk had been ripped apart.
"Don't trust anyone." Those were Mike's final words to her, whispered urgently the night before he died. Nora had heeded his words and hidden every paper she could find on his desk.
Bellows cleared his throat again with a frustrated staccato, glancing at the papers on the table. When he looked up again, his gray eyes were as cold as the rainy sky outside the windows.
"Even without further information the result is clear." Bellows tapped the report with finality.
Nora leaned forward, focused on his lips.
"The bottom line is, the estate is bankrupt."
Nora blinked. "You mean his business is bankrupt."
Bellows screwed up his lips under his red bulbous nose.
"No, I mean you are bankrupt. For all that we loved Mike, he did a stupid thing. He made himself personally liable for his debts."
Bellows's voice ended abruptly, leaving everyone to finish his thought: and then blew his brains out before pulling himself out.
"What do you mean, personally liable?" Nora asked, reality taking hold. She was fighting to maintain her composure. Suddenly she loathed the alcoholic nose that Bellows peered over.
"Mr. MacKenzie put up his personal estate as collateral for loans," contributed a young clean-shaven accountant. His voice shook and he fingered his papers nervously. "The family's seventy-five percent stake in MacCorp., personal propertyhe pledged it all. Mike was so deep in hock he was unable to make the repayment schedule."
Nora did not acknowledge him. The family's stock? What family? There was only her. She had a name. Nora remained rigid in her chair and continued to stare at Bellows.
"Ralph, what does this mean to me?"
Bellows's features softened as he laced his fingers together and rested them on the stack of papers before him. Nora wasn't fooled for a moment. Bellows had nothing to lose by offering kindness now.
"What this means, Nora, is that Mike left you with nothing. Worse than nothing, actually. We have paid back as many of the loans as possible, but you still owe a great deal of money. You will have to sell everythingand even then you may still owe."
"Owe? If everything is gone, how will I pay it?" Her voice was a whisper.
"The company is in receivership. Your goods will be auctioned off in October by a reputable house. Fortunately, your antiques and art collections are quite rare. Properly managed, the auction should bring in a satisfactory amount."
"Enough to pay off the debts?"
"Hopefully. With enough left over to give you a start. These are estimates," he said, opening up the collection of papers in front of him. Immediately, the dozen other people opened their packets. With dread, Nora followed suit.
"If you direct your attention to the bottom of page three," Bellows continued, "you will see the amount I believe we can salvage for you from the estate."
Nora quickly flipped to the third page and read, then reread the dollar figure they had allotted for her. It was less than she had imagined, and she had imagined a scant amount. Surely there was an error somewhere. She scanned the other fourteen pages of notes carefully, ignoring the impatient sighs and tapping fingers. The report listed, with astonishing accuracy, her personal possessions and their estimated worth: houses, cars, jewels, furniture, art.
"You even list the few personal possessions that I brought to the marriage." She indicated the report with an exasperated flip of her hand. "My grandmother's jewelry, for example. It may not be worth much monetarily, but to me" her voice almost cracked and she swallowed hard "to me, they are priceless."
"I'm sorry, Nora." Bellows shrugged, running his fingers down the columns. "Maybe we could take out a few less valuable items." He seemed embarrassed now.
"This is wrong," Nora said, deeply feeling the injustice.
"It was Mike's doing."
A familiar ache gripped Nora's heart. Her feelings lay somewhere between anguish and anger. They made her breath come short. Calm yourself, she told herself. Get through this last step and you will be free from the lot of them forever.
"I don't blame Mike," she lied. "What I don't understand is how he could appear so successful and suddenly I learn he is bankrupt. How did it get this bad?"
Bellows's look implied all that he did not say, all that everyone already knew. That she had left Mike. How, their eyes accused, could she expect to know about Mike's finances after she walked out on him? Left him in his hour of need? Nora knew they saw her as the New York socialite who collected antiques and art. A pretty blonde who couldn't be bothered with bank balances.
Nora looked at the accusing eyes and despite her vow, shrank inward. Guilt was an unwelcome shroud for a widow to bear. It kept one mourning without resolved grief. Deserved or not, it was a heavy burden. If Mike had died naturally, perhaps she could have escaped it. He had chosen suicide, however, and with that final act he had completed his seven-year campaign of verbal abuse. Nora's hand moved to rub her brow, but she arrested the gesture in her lap. She tightened her fists and raised her chin.
"He took a new direction in his last year," Bellows explained.
"This 'new direction' is not detailed in the report," she replied icily.
Bellows raised his brows. "Quite right. The purpose of today's meeting is only to explain the status of your estate prior to settlement."
"Since my money seems to have been lost as well, I should think I am entitled to a full disclosure."
Mumbles sounded at the table. Nora still focused on Bellows. Always work at the top, Mike had said.
She sensed a new appreciation in Bellows's eyes. Up until now, her encounters with him had been purely social. Despite his gentlemanly facade, his hand always seemed to find a way to her waist. In what might have appeared a mindless motion, the broad expanse of his palm would caress her ribs while his long thumb would nudge upward toward her breast. Beneath his fastidious apparel, Nora always found him dirty.
"I'd be happy to set up a private meeting to outline Mike's past projects, Nora....
Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)
In this novel, Nora MacKenzie finds herself in financial ruin after her high-roller husband commits suicide in a banker's office. They have lived big - freely spending the vast amounts of money accumulated through his high stakes financial maneuvering and the house of cards has collapsed. The marriage was not good in recent years and with her husband's death, her life is in tatters, but she retains the Vermont farm and decides to try to support herself by making a go of it there. This effort by Ms. Monroe definitely reads like a Nora Roberts romance. The beautiful, wronged heroine rises from the ashes with the help and assistance of a mysterious, handsome stranger who won't talk about his past. Lots of references to mesmerizing eye color and descriptions of the jaw line of our hero.
While not bad, I wish I had known what I was getting before I bought it (no reference anywhere to the fact this was an "old" novel). The author has changed from a fairly sappy romance writer to an author of novels with depth and great character study. This novel has neither and only has flashes of the outstanding writing to come in later efforts.
My bottom line --- if you are a Mary Alice Monroe fan it is interesting since you get to see her first novel. If you are not a fan, I would recommend sticking to her later books since they almost feel like someone else wrote them. Not bad, not good.
Nonetheless, Mary Alice Monroe, in a re-release of her first novel, is an excellent crafter of pizza-tales. This is not as masterful as some of her later books, but it still holds up for the most part. These are always fantasy tales, but you need enough plausibility to suspend your disbelief, and she writes so well that pretty much you do. The Vermont scenes ring a lot truer than the New York ones, but most of the book is set in Vermont, and it is a very tasty pizza, indeed.
In the beginning of the book, when Nora is left after her husband commits suicide, she is worried because she is left with a "scant" amount of her husband's estate. Nora goes on to describe a "scant" amount from the remains of her husbands estate as $300,000 and a nice farm house in Vermont. I had to chuckle that $300,000 and a rather large chunk of land and farm house in Vermont was "scant". I could live off that fairly well for at least 8 years! I had a hard time relating to and sympathizing with Nora and perhaps that's why I had a hard time keeping an interest in this book. The author does a nice job with describing locales, but, what could be told in 5 pages seems to drag on for 10 pages.
On the plus side there are interesting details of lambing, farming and the beautiful countryside. Though, it wasn't enough for me to truly enjoy this book.
It didn't take me long to get into this book. It's not super suspenseful, but the story did keep me interested. I really loved the characters in this story, and that is a big reason why I was always ready to pick this book back up and get into the story again. Nora appears to be a pampered housewife on the outside, but when you really get to know her, you find her life is not easy and she is a very loving and strong willed woman. I found myself rooting for her to have a happy ending early on in the book! I really admired how she keep pushing forward when life got her down and she wouldn't let herself fail.
I really enjoyed this book and I look forward to reading more novels by Mary Alice Monroe.