The empty hours stretched ahead of her…. A walk would be good. A walk to the falls, which felt wonderful once she was out there on the road, the breeze rippling her blouse, the pavement solid under her feet. She should walk every day. She had loved walking in Paris—along the river and up over the Pont Neuf to wander through the Île de la Cité and the Île Saint-Louis.
Sometimes you needed to look up from your work, from yourself, blink your eyes—there was a sky up there, a vast expanse of air to breathe.
–From CASCADE
Enjoyed Cascade very much. Never even came close to imaging what was in Portia’s casket! My grandmother graduated top in her 1918 high school class but didn’t make it to college & was unattactively envious of her own daughter and 3 grandchildren who did. Adding to her bitterness was her divorce in 1926. So, yes, I was sympathetic to Des’ story.
Thank you so much! I love hearing from readers, especially from those for whom the book really resonated. Many thanks.
Just finished Cascade. Wow! So many things happened and so many turns of events. I loved the reality of the characters. I ‘felt’ something inside for each of them. Also, you did a wonderful job of creating visuals. I am an artist and loved the descriptions of Dez’ art and postcards. Also, so many profound statements. I knew that safe was going to play a role but could not figure it out. I do wonder what Portia’s casket looks like so maybe a postcard of that? Great work MaryAnne, I will look forward to your next novel.
Thank you SO much for reading, and for taking the time to connect. You made my day! I especially love hearing from visual artists, so thank you again.