Who Do You Love: A Novel
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"A tale of love against the odds." —People
Rachel Blum and Andy Landis are just eight-years-old when they meet one night in an ER waiting room. Born with a congenial heart defect, Rachel is a veteran of hospitals, and she's intrigued by the boy who shows up alone with a broken arm. He tells her his name. She tells him a story. After Andy's taken back to a doctor and Rachel's sent back to her bed, they think they'll never see each other again.
Yet, over the next three decades, Andy and Rachel will meet again and again—linked by chance, history, and the memory of the first time they met, a night that changed both of their lives.
A sweeping, warmhearted, and intimate tale, Who Do You Love is an extraordinary novel about the passage of time, the way people change and change each other, and how the measure of a life is who you love.
said, “I’d love to get dressed up and go somewhere fancy.” Had Jay actually listened? I texted our sitter to see if she could stay late, thanking whatever gods looked out for working mothers that Meredith had broken up with her girlfriend a few months before and now had most nights free. At lunchtime I took a cab up to Bloomingdale’s and found a flattering fit-and-flare dress on sale, which let me justify the purchase of some Kate Spade heels, which were not. The Drybar at my gym took care of my
been up on the ladder, restocking the shelves of plant food, hadn’t spoken, either, but the next night when they’d had their break Arturo had carried back three trays instead of two, and at the end of the night Martin had mentioned a Saturday-morning pickup game on the high school basketball courts, open to anyone, including ex-marathon-running, gold-medal-winning pretty boys with shrunken testicles. Andy thought that was when he’d felt things start to turn, when he’d sensed the possibility that
could maybe even have forgiven him for an affair with one of my best friends, if he hadn’t hurt his daughters this way. “Here’s your coat,” I said. “Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry,” said Jay. “Is this what they call the bum’s rush?” He draped his coat over his arm and stood facing me at the base of the stairs. “It felt good to be here,” he said. “Passover’s always nice.” My matter-of-fact, blandly polite tone had to be hurting him more than screaming and shouting. “Your grandmother’s
though. He wasn’t kidding. “What is your . . . event?” My school had a track team, the same way we had teams for everything else, but none of my friends were on it, and I’d never been to a meet or a match or whatever they had. “I’m a distance runner. I run cross-country in the fall—the course is just over three miles. Then I do the sixteen hundred meters, the thirty-two hundred meters, and the eight-hundred-meter relay in the spring, but in college I’m probably going to do the five and the ten
get out of it. “I don’t feel so great.” Marissa didn’t even bother to look at me. “Rachel—you won. You’ve got a hot husband, gorgeous ring, a beautiful house, you’re knocked up . . .” “First of all, it’s life. You don’t win. And Kara and Kelsey and Britt all know about Andy, so if I go, I’ll have to talk about him, and I don’t want to.” “For God’s sake. He was your high school sweetheart. What’s the big deal?” “He won a gold medal. In the Olympics. That’s the big deal. People are going to