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Apples Never Fall

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Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty, born on November 15, 1966, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her humorous and insightful writing that delves into the complexities of human nature. Her works have gained popularity for their engaging storytelling and thought-provoking themes. more

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“I am sitting next to a middle-aged Midwestern blonde from Shakopee, Minnesota. She is unremarkable; from the outside she looks less unkempt than some, a veneer of solidity that makes me wonder what she's doing here. Then she tells her story. Her thirty-year-old daughter, her best friend as she described her, had planned a big fiftieth birthday party for her. She had set up catering, had had a cake delivered to her mom's house. A few hours before the party, she had been with her mom setting up tables and making a playlist, and then left to go to her apartment to change clothes. She said to her mother what she said every time they parted, "I love loving you," and walked out the door. She never showed up for the party. She had gone home and hanged herself. This mother, that veneer I had misrecognized, was a husk, all that was left of a body destroyed by the unknown becoming known. "What had I missed?" she asked. What was lurking inside the body of her daughter that day? What was underneath the party planning and the love of loving her mother? What could that young woman not bear to know, not bear to feel?”

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“But it was my own mother I turned to. She was smiling quietly. She said, “Gavin. To me, if you please.” He stiffened, but it didn’t last. He squared his shoulders. He dropped my hand and walked slowly to her. She stood on the steps above him, looking down. She said, “Did you make your choice?” He said, “Yes.” “What did you choose?” And Gavin said, “Carter.” She started to nod, but then he spoke again. “And family. I chose family. Pack. Pack. Pack.” She took his face in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. He shuddered at the press of her lips. She pulled away, but only just. She whispered, “This is where you belong. This is where you’re supposed to be. No one else can have you. No one else can take you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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