a cognizant original v5 release october 14 2010
Tradition unravels …
chaos results …
magic happens!
COMING
OUT
PRAISE FOR
DANIELLE STEEL
“Steel pulls out all the emotional stops…. She delivers.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Steel is one of the best!”
—Los Angeles Times
“The world's most popular author tells a good, well-paced story and explores some important issues…. Steel affirm[s] life while admitting its turbulence, melodramas, and misfiring passions.”
—Booklist
“Danielle Steel writes boldly and with practiced vividness about tragedy—both national and personal … with insight and power.”
—Nashville Banner
“ There is a smooth reading style to her writings which makes it easy to forget the time and to keep flipping the pages.”
—Pittsburgh Press
“One of the things that keep Danielle Steel fresh is her bent for timely story lines. The combination of Steel's comprehensive research and her skill at creating credible characters makes for a gripping read.”
—Newark Star-Ledger
“What counts for the reader is the ring of authenticity.”
—San Francisco Chronicle
“Steel knows how to wring the emotion out of the briefest scene.”
—People
“Ms. Steel excels at pacing her narrative, which races forward, mirroring the frenetic lives chronicled; men and women swept up in bewildering change, seeking solutions to problems never before faced.”
—Nashville Banner
“Danielle Steel has again uplifted her readers while skillfully communicating some of life's bittersweet verities. Who could ask for a finer gift than that?”
—Philadelphia Inquirer
PRAISE FOR THE RECENT NOVELS OF
DANIELLE STEEL
COMING OUT
“Acknowledges the unique challenges of today's mixed families.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“[A] tender, loving novel.”
—Fort Wayne Journal Gazette
SISTERS
“Female bonding with a cozy slumber-party vibe.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Another Danielle Steel ensemble novel that refuses to release you.”
—Barnes&Noble.com
H.R.H.
“A journey of discovery, change and awakening … a story of love found, love lost and ultimately an ending that proves surprising.”
—Asbury Park Press
THE HOUSE
“Many happy endings.”
—Chicago Tribune
“A … Steel fairy tale.”
—Booklist
TOXIC BACHELORS
“A breezy read … that will keep fans reading and waiting for more.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Steel delivers … happy endings in the usual nontoxic, satisfying manner.”
—Booklist
MIRACLE
“Steel is almost as much a part of the beach as sunscreen.”
—New York Post
“Another Steel page-turner. Three strangers' lives become linked after a terrible storm ravages northern California.”
—Lowell Sun
IMPOSSIBLE
“Dramatic, suspenseful … Steel knows what her fans want and this solid, meaty tale will not disappoint them.”
—Booklist
ECHOES
“Courage of conviction, strength of character, and love of family that transcends loss are the traits that echo through three generations of women … a moving story that is Steel at her finest.”
—Chattanooga Times Free Press
“Get out your hankies … Steel put her all into this one.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“A compelling tale of love and loss.”
—Booklist
A MAIN SELECTION OF
THE LITERARY GUILD
AND THE DOUBLEDAY BOOK CLUB
Also by Danielle Steel
SISTERS WINGS
H.R.H. THE GIFT
THE HOUSE ACCIDENT
TOXIC BACHELORS VANISHED
MIRACLE MIXED BLESSINGS
IMPOSSIBLE JEWELS
ECHOES NO GREATER LOVE
SECOND CHANCE HEARTBEAT
RANSOM MESSAGE FROM NAM
SAFE HARBOUR DADDY
JOHNNY ANGEL STAR
DATING GAME ZOYA
ANSWERED PRAYERS KALEIDOSCOPE
SUNSET IN ST. TROPEZ FINE THINGS
THE COTTAGE WANDERLUST
THE KISS SECRETS
LEAP OF FAITH FAMILY ALBUM
LONE EAGLE FULL CIRCLE
JOURNEY CHANGES
THE HOUSE ON HOPE STREET THURSTON HOUSE
THE WEDDING CROSSINGS
IRRESISTIBLE FORCES ONCE INA LIFETIME
GRANNY DAN A PERFECT STRANGER
BITTERSWEET REMEMBRANCE
MIRROR IMAGE PALOMINO
HIS BRIGHT LIGHT: LOVE: POEMS
The Story of Nick Traina THE RING
THE KLONE AND I LOVING
THE LONG ROAD HOME TO LOVE AGAIN
THE GHOST SUMMER'S END
SPECIAL DELIVERY SEASON OF PASSION
THE RANCH THE PROMISE
SILENT HONOR NOW AND FOREVER
MALICE PASSION'S PROMISE
FIVE DAYS IN PARIS GOING HOME
LIGHTNING
To my wonderful and very special children:
Beatrix, Trevor, Todd, Nick,
Samantha, Victoria, Vanessa,
Maxx, and Zara,
for all their courage and grace
as they grow up.
For the wisdom, laughter, and love
they share with me so lavishly.
With my thanks for all you have taught me,
about what matters in life, and
the precious times we share. May you be
forever blessed. With all my heart and love,
Mom/d.s
Proverbs 31
10: Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.
11: The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her….
12: She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
13: … She worketh willingly with her hands.
14: … She bringeth her food from afar.
15: She riseth while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household….
16: She considereth a field and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
18: … her candle goeth not out by night.
20: She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
25: Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26: She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27: She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28: Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also praiseth her.
29: Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
31: Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Chapter 1
Olympia Crawford Rubinstein was whizzing around her kitchen on a sunny May morning, in the brownstone she shared with her family on Jane Street in New York, near the old meat-packing district of the West Village. It had long since become a fashionable neighborhood of mostly modern apartment build ings with doormen, and old renovated brownstones. Olympia was fixing lunch for her five-year-old son, Max. The school bus was due to drop him off in a few minu
tes. He was in kindergarten at Dalton, and Friday was a half day for him. She always took Fridays off to spend them with him. Although Olympia had three older children from her first marriage, Max was Olympia and Harry's only child.
Olympia and Harry had restored the house six years before, when she was pregnant with Max. Before that, they had lived in her Park Avenue apartment, which she had previously shared with her three children after her divorce. And then Harry joined them. She had met Harry Rubinstein a year after her divorce. And now, she and Harry had been married for thirteen years. They had waited eight years to have Max, and his parents and siblings adored him. He was a loving, funny, happy child.
Olympia was a partner in a booming law practice, specializing in civil rights issues and class action lawsuits. Her favorite cases, and what she specialized in, were those that involved discrimination against or some form of abuse of children. She had made a name for herself in her field. She had gone to law school after her divorce, fifteen years before, and married Harry two years later. He had been one of her law professors at Columbia Law School, and was now a judge on the federal court of appeals. He had recently been considered for a seat on the Supreme Court. In the end, they hadn't appointed him, but he'd come close, and she and Harry both hoped that the next time a vacancy came up, he would get it.
She and Harry shared all the same beliefs, values, and passions—even though they came from very different backgrounds. He came from an Orthodox Jewish home, and both his parents had been Holocaust survivors as children. His mother had gone to Dachau from Munich at ten, and lost her entire family. His father had been one of the few survivors of Auschwitz, and they met in Israel later. They had married as teenagers, moved to London, and from there to the States. Both had lost their entire families, and their only son had become the focus of all their energies, dreams, and hopes. They had worked like slaves all their lives to give him an education, his father as a tailor and his mother as a seamstress, working in the sweatshops of the Lower East Side, and eventually on Seventh Avenue in what was later referred to as the garment district. His father had died just after Harry and Olympia married. Harry's greatest regret was that his father hadn't known Max. Harry's mother, Frieda, was a strong, intelligent, loving woman of seventy-six, who thought her son was a genius, and her grandson a prodigy.
Olympia had converted from her staunch Episcopalian background to Judaism when she married Harry. They attended a Reform synagogue, and Olympia said the prayers for Shabbat every Friday night, and lit the candles, which never failed to touch Harry. There was no doubt in Harry's mind, or even his mother's, that Olympia was a fantastic woman, a great mother to all her children, a terrific attorney, and a wonderful wife. Like Olympia, Harry had been married before, but he had no other children. Olympia was turning forty-five in July, and Harry was fifty-three. They were well matched in all ways, though their backgrounds couldn't have been more different. Even physically, they were an interesting and complementary combination. Her hair was blond, her eyes were blue; he was dark, with dark brown eyes; she was tiny; he was a huge teddy bear of a man, with a quick smile and an easygoing disposition. Olympia was shy and serious, though prone to easy laughter, especially when it was provoked by Harry or her children. She was a remarkably dutiful and loving daughter-in-law to Harry's mother, Frieda.
Olympia's background was entirely different from Harry's. The Crawfords were an illustrious and extremely social New York family, whose blue-blooded ancestors had intermarried with Astors and Vanderbilts for generations. Buildings and academic institutions were named after them, and theirs had been one of the largest “cottages” in Newport, Rhode Island, where they spent the summers. The family fortune had dwindled to next to nothing by the time her parents died when she was in college, and she had been forced to sell the “cottage” and surrounding estate to pay their debts and taxes. Her father had never really worked, and as one of her distant relatives had said after he died, “he had a small fortune, he had made it from a large one.” By the time she cleaned up all their debts and sold their property, there was simply no money, just rivers of blue blood and aristocratic connections. She had just enough left to pay for her education, and put a small nest egg away, which later paid for law school.
She married her college sweetheart, Chauncey Bedham Walker IV, six months after she graduated from Vassar, and he from Princeton. He had been charming, handsome, and fun-loving, the captain of the crew team, an expert horseman, played polo, and when they met, Olympia was understandably dazzled by him. Olympia was head over heels in love with him, and didn't give a damn about his family's enormous fortune. She was totally in love with Chauncey, enough so as not to notice that he drank too much, played constantly, had a roving eye, and spent far too much money. He went to work in his family's investment bank, and did anything he wanted, which eventually included going to work as seldom as possible, spending literally no time with her, and having random affairs with a multitude of women. By the time she knew what was happening, she and Chauncey had three children. Charlie came along two years after they were married, and his identical twin sisters, Virginia and Veronica, three years later. When she and Chauncey split up seven years after they married, Charlie was five, the twins two, and Olympia was twenty-nine years old. As soon as they separated, he quit his job at the bank, and went to live in Newport with his grandmother, the doyenne of Newport and Palm Beach society, and devoted himself to playing polo and chasing women.
A year later Chauncey married Felicia Weatherton, who was the perfect mate for him. They built a house on his grandmother's estate, which he ultimately inherited, filled her stables with new horses, and had three daughters in four years. A year after Chauncey married Felicia, Olympia married Harry Rubinstein, which Chauncey found not only ridiculous but appalling. He was rendered speechless when their son, Charlie, told him his mother had converted to the Jewish faith. He had been equally shocked earlier when Olympia enrolled in law school, all of which proved to him, as Olympia had figured out long before, that despite the similarity of their ancestry, she and Chauncey had absolutely nothing in common, and never would. As she grew older, the ideas that had seemed normal to her in her youth appalled her. Almost all of Chauncey's values, or lack of them, were anathema to her.
The fifteen years since their divorce had been years of erratic truce, and occasional minor warfare, usually over money. He supported their three children decently, though not generously. Despite what he had inherited from his family, Chauncey was stingy with his first family, and far more generous with his second wife and their children. To add insult to injury, he had forced Olympia to agree that she would never urge their children to become Jewish. It wasn't an issue anyway. She had no intention of doing so. Olympia's conversion was a private, personal decision between her and Harry. Chauncey was unabashedly anti-Semitic. Harry thought Olympia's first husband was pompous, arrogant, and useless. Other than the fact that he was her children's father and she had loved him when she married him, for the past fifteen years, Olympia found it impossible to defend him. Prejudice was Chauncey's middle name. There was absolutely nothing politically correct about him or Felicia, and Harry loathed him. They represented everything he detested, and he could never understand how Olympia had tolerated him for ten minutes, let alone seven years of marriage. People like Chauncey and Felicia, and the whole hierarchy of Newport society, and all it stood for, were a mystery to Harry. He wanted to know nothing about it, and Olympia's occasional explanations were wasted on him.
Harry adored Olympia, her three children, and their son, Max. And in some ways, her daughter Veronica seemed more like Harry's daughter than Chauncey's. They shared all of the same extremely liberal, socially responsible ideas. Virginia, her twin, was much more of a throwback to their Newport ancestry, and was far more frivolous than her twin sister. Charlie, their older brother, was at Dartmouth, studying theology and threatening to become a minister. Max was a being unto himself, a wise old soul, who his grandmother swore was just
like her own father, who had been a rabbi in Germany before being sent to Dachau, where he had helped as many people as he could before he was exterminated along with the rest of her family.
The stories of Frieda's childhood and lost loved ones always made Olympia weep. Frieda Rubinstein had a number tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, which was a sobering reminder of the childhood the Nazis had stolen from her. Because of it, she had worn long sleeves all her life, and still did. Olympia frequently bought beautiful silk blouses and long-sleeved sweaters for her. There was a powerful bond of love and respect between the two women, which continued to deepen over the years.
Olympia heard the mail being pushed through the slot in the front door, went to get it, and tossed it on the kitchen table as she finished making Max's lunch. With perfect timing, she heard the doorbell ring at almost precisely the same instant. Max was home from school, and she was looking forward to spending the afternoon with him. Their Fridays together were always special. Olympia knew she had the best of both worlds, a career she loved and that satisfied her, and a family that was the hub and core of her emotional existence. Each seemed to enhance and complement the other.
Olympia was taking Max to soccer practice that afternoon. She loved her time at home with her children. The twins would be home later that day, after their own after-school activities, which in their case included softball, tennis, swimming, and boys, whenever possible, particularly in Virginia's case. Veronica was more standoffish, shyer like her mother, and extremely particular about who she hung out with. Officially, Virginia was more “popular,” and Veronica the better student. Both girls had just been accepted at Brown for the fall, and were graduating in June.
Charlie had been accepted at Princeton, like his father, and three generations of Walkers before him, but had decided to go to Dartmouth instead, where he played ice hockey, and Olympia prayed that in spite of that he would graduate with teeth. He was due home for the summer in a week, and after visiting his father, stepmother, and three half-sisters in Newport, he was going to work at a camp in Colorado, teaching riding and taking care of horses. He had his father's love of equestrian pursuits, and was a skilled polo player, but preferred more informal aspects of the sport. Riding Western saddle all summer, and teaching kids, seemed like fun to him, and Olympia and Harry approved. The one thing Harry didn't think his stepson should do was waste a summer going to parties, like his father, in Newport. Harry thought Chauncey's whole lifestyle, and everyone in it, was a waste of time. And he was always pleased to notice that Charlie had a great deal more substance, and heart, than his father. He was a fine young man with a good head on his shoulders, a warm heart, and solid principles and beliefs.
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