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White Lies

Since before the Revolutionary War, the stately Georgian mansions of Charleston’s Tradd Street have housed the city’s elite.  These gallant men and gracious women have enhanced its lush beauty in the past, and have been instrumental in creating a vibrant cultural and commercial renaissance in the present.

But the proud inheritors of Charleston’s cherished traditions are not content to rest on their laurels. They are driven by an insatiable craving for more—more power, more prestige, more passion.  Fierce ambitions and raging desires are concealed beneath a veneer of southern charm and chivalrous behavior, much as the facades of their lovely homes conceal their private lives from passerbys.

And when a woman’s deception and a man’s obsession threaten to strip that veneer away, the members of Charleston’s inner circle discover that not even vat wealth and privilege can protect them from the searing consequences of their  . . . WHITE LIES.

Paul looked down at her, and suddenly Stephanie knew.  It was there in his expression—that mask he wore whenever he talked about his work or was about to leave.

“No!” she screamed, pulling off her gardening gloves and throwing them to the ground.

“I’m afraid, Steph,” he said, his expression distant and shuttered, “that there’s nothing you can do.”

“What about us, Paul? What about me? Don’t I count?”  For a fraction of time, Paul seemed to waver, and Stephanie pressed on. “What about our son? We both need you, Paul. A few days here and there when you can spare the time just isn’t enough.  Not anymore.”

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but it does.”

He sounded weary, as tired of the fighting as she was.  But she couldn’t relent.  She glared at him, tears stinging her eyes. “I can’t take much more, Paul. I simply can’t. Damn you, someday you’re going to come home and find me gone!”

Tapping her fingers Stephanie considered her options.  She had none. Exactly how long did Paul expect her to overlook the white lies which more and more were the foundation of their marriage?

Sorting through the pile of business cards she’d collected in the few weeks since accepting her new position, Stephanie extracted on, picked up the phone, and dialed David Cranston’s number.

  • ISBN-10 : 0804102481
  • ISBN-13 : 978-0804102483
  • Publisher : Ballantine / Ivy Books (March 28, 1989)

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