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         THE AUCTION WAS over. The joyous accumulation of almost twenty-six years of marriage, of living on New Hampshire’s seacoast in the Old Eastbourne apartment and the Pevensay house and then in the mountains of Woodcombe on this Hurricane Farm, was practically reduced to bare necessities.

Henrietta Snow Sutherland, known as Snowy, had hoped she would now feel cleansed, ready for a fresh start. Instead, as she stood looking out one of the living room windows at the front lawn where earlier a crowd of dealers, collectors, amateur opportunists, and busybodies had stared at and bid on her belongings, she just felt dead tired.

She asked Bev, “Can we beg off going to Dudley and Charl’s for supper?”

“If we don’t go,” Bev pointed out, “we’ll have to cook here."

“True,” Snowy said, suddenly noticing that Bev, always beautiful with green eyes and once-red naturally curly hair that had become a white helmet, looked haggard. Bev had been her best friend since they were seven years old. Back in 1946, when they were in second grade at the same grammar school in their hometown of Gunthwaite, New Hampshire, they had discovered they were kindred spirits, and they had remained so right up to their present 1987 age of forty-eight, except for a gap of ten months thirty years ago and later a lapse into only Christmas-and-birthday-card communication during the distractions of domestic life, child-rearing, husband-tending. Last Saturday Bev’s daughter Mimi had had a June wedding on a mountaintop in Woodcombe, with the reception held here at Snowy’s Hurricane Farm, and Bev had planned to return to Connecticut with her husband and her three other kids afterward, yet at the last minute she decided to stay with Snowy, ostensibly to help.

Bev added, “Anyway, I’m all agog about seeing Charl and Darl.”

“Okay,” Snowy said. “Let’s round up Ruhamah and be on our way.”
But the phone rang. It was immediately answered out in the kitchen, by Ruhamah.

“Leon again,” Bev predicted.

At the reception, Bev’s younger son and Snowy’s daughter had met and ignited, and during the past week Leon had phoned Ruhamah every day. Snowy could imagine only one reason why twenty-one-year-old Leon would pursue sweet-sixteen Ruhamah; she intended to make sure he remained long-distance.

From the kitchen Ruhamah shouted, “Snowy, it’s for you!”

© 1974, 1999, 2011 by Ruth Doan MacDougall; all rights reserved

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About This Book

 "Our Silent Generation has dropped out of sight between our parents’ generation and the baby boomers. Nobody knows about us."
      But you will know!
      Fans of Snowy and Bev and Puddles, Tom, Dudley, the twins, and all the Gang from Gunthwaite High School will thoroughly enjoy this next stage of our beloved characters' lives, as they turn fifty and—eek!—sixty as the millennium approaches. How do they adjust to their limitations, deal with grief, and face the realization that this may be their last chance at love, success, and happiness? 

Said one reader, "This is a CHEERLEADER fan's dream book, answering almost every 'What if...?' and 'What ever happened to...?' question we could have had. But more than just an extended reunion with characters I adore, the story itself is fabulous—a great and wonderful treat for people like me, who've loved Snowy for decades now."

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