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More than friends / Barbara Delinsky.

By: Delinsky, Barbara.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York : Avon, 2010Description: 484 pages ; 21 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780061924569 (pbk.).Subject(s): Friendships -- Fiction | Man-woman relationships -- Fiction | Families -- Fiction | Friendship -- Fiction | Forgiveness -- Fiction | Friendships Fiction | Maine -- FictionGenre/Form: Domestic fiction. | General fiction.DDC classification: [Fic] Summary: The Maxwells and the Popes have been friends forever. The women were college roommates, their husbands are partners in the same law firm, their kids have grown up next door to each other, and the two families share both vacations and holidays. All is beautiful and serene - until an accident forces these close neighbors to look beneath the surface.
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More Than Friends is a moving, unforgettable story of friendship, love, and forgiveness--a classic from New York Times bestselling author Barbara Delinsky.

The Maxwells and the Popes have been friends forever. The women were college roommates, their husbands are partners in the same law firm, their kids have grown up next door to each other, and the two families share both vacations and holidays.

All is beautiful and serene in their "perfect" shared suburban Eden--until a tragic accident forces these very close friends and neighbors to look more deeply beneath the surface. And when their idyllic lives are unexpectedly shattered by a moment that can never be erased or forgotten, their faith in one another--and in themselves--is put to the supreme test.

First published: New York : Harper, 1993.

The Maxwells and the Popes have been friends forever. The women were college roommates, their husbands are partners in the same law firm, their kids have grown up next door to each other, and the two families share both vacations and holidays. All is beautiful and serene - until an accident forces these close neighbors to look beneath the surface.

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More Than Friends Chapter One Flipping the last page of the decision he had been reading, Sam Pope rose from his chair took a deep, satisfied breath, and let it out in a sigh of intense pleasure. He twitched his mustache en route to a smile. The smile broadened. He straightened his shoulders, felt his chest fill with excitement. Unable to contain himself, he growled an exuberant, "Way to go, Sam," and strode out the door. "We did it, Joy," he said without breaking stride. His secretary's eyes lit. "That explains the media." Even as she held out pink slips for the phone calls Sam had refused to take while he was reading the decision, her phone buzzed again. But Sam was off, heading down the hall. There was a spring in his step. He felt on top of the world. He passed office after office but didn't slow until he reached the one at the very end. He wanted J.D. to be the first of his partners to hear the news. John David Maxwell was his oldest and closest friend. The office was empty. "He's at Continental Life in Springfield for the day," his secretary called from her station. Samfelt a moment's disappointment, but it was gone in a flash. He was too elated to be weighed down for long. "When he calls in, tell him we won Dann v. Hanover. " The secretary grinned. "He'll be thrilled. What a victory." "Yeah," Sam said, and tossed his chin toward yet another corridor. At its far end was a large corner office with generous views of the State House, the Boston Common, and the Public Garden. It was the office of the founder of the firm, the senior Maxwell. "Is John Stewart around?" "He's in New York for board meetings. But he'll be impressed." As he should be, Sam thought. Twelve years before, John Stewart hadn't wanted a litigation department in the firm. If money was the bottom line, as J.S. seemed to think, this justified it. No one could sneeze at a contingency fee of a cool six million. Striding back down the hall, he knew he looked smug, but he didn't care. He stopped at the office two short doors from his own and rapped a hand on the jamb. Vicki Cornell was the associate who, over four years' time, had worked most closely with him taking Dunn v. Hanover from the Superior Court to the Appellate Court to the Supreme Judicial Court. One look at Sam's face and she grew wide-eyed. "Yes?" He grinned and nodded. She let out a whoop. It had barely left her mouth when she was on her feet and at the door, extending a hand in congratulations. Sam threw political correctness to the winds and gave her a hug. She didn't seem to mind. Stepping back, she looked as excited about the victory as he was. "We did it. Wow! Have you seen a copy of the decision?" He nodded. "It's on my desk." "Does Marilyn Dunn know?" "And the others. They're coming in at three for a press conference. Do me a favor and call Sybil Howard? Channel Five has given us good coverage along the way. I want Sybil to have first dibs on questions. And call Locke-Ober's. Let's book a private room." He turned to leave. "Have your husband join us. And Tom and Alex, and the significant others we kept them from while they were working on this case." On his way out the door he said, "We've earned a celebration. It isn't every day that precedent-setting cases are won." To Joy, in passing, he said, "See you in a couple of hours." "Where will you be?" "At home. Or at the college. Wherever I find my wife." He had no intention of telling Annie the news on the phone. Not the way he was feeling. Winning Dunn v. Hanover was a coup. He had to see her face to face, had to hold her. No celebration would be complete without that. Constance-on-the-Rise lay eighteen miles northwest of Boston. It was an intimate, affluent community nity whose luxury imports normally made the commute to the city in forty minutes. Sam did it in ten better than that. Granted, it was eleven in the morning, rather than the rush hour. But he breezed road repair crews without braking once. He, was on a roll. All his life he had dreamed of doing something important, scoring points for the little guy, making a difference. As an assistant district attorney he had prosecuted some heavy murder and drug cases, but none could hold a candle to Dunn v. Hanover. Annie knew that. Annie understood. He was really on a roll, because it just so happened that Tuesday was her work-at-home day. She would be all alone -- no offspring, no friends. She would be reading journals, or correcting papers, or dictating reports -- until she heard his news. Then she would be beside herself with excitement. She always was when there was good news to share. He recalled other good news times. When his law school acceptance had come in the mail, he had scoured the library, finally finding her in a remote carrel, squirreling her into a nearby storage room, and making love to her with his back to the door. On the evening he'd won his law school moot court competition, they had done it in his car. When he'd learned he had passed the bar, they had run to the inn adjacent to the college where Anniewas taking graduate courses. Their room had been harming, all two hours' worth. Nine months later Jonathan had been born. He drove with a smile on his face and an ache in his groin, both of which burgeoned when he pulled up the circular drive to the front door of the brick Tudor. Flushed with anticipation, he swung out of the car, strode up the short path, and threw open the door. "Annie? Good news, sunshine!" He took the steps two at a time to the second floor, then her third-floor office. This time of day the sun would be spilling through the skylights and across her desk. He had visions of making love there. "Annie?" She wasn't in her office, though her briefcase was open and the desk covered with papers. He searched the second floor, then the first, calling her name repeatedly. When he checked the garage, he saw that her car was gone. More Than Friends . Copyright © by Barbara Delinsky. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

First published in paperback in 1993 and reprinted in hardcover in 2006, Delinsky's tale of friendship betrayed is one of her classics. The Maxwells and the Popes have been best friends for years. Teke Maxwell and Annie Pope were college roommates; their husbands, John David (J.D.) and Sam, have known each other since their childhood and currently work as partners at a Boston law firm founded by Maxwell patriarch John Stewart, J.D.'s father. The two families share both vacations and holidays and thought nothing could tear them apart. Then 13-year-old Michael Maxwell comes home from school on his lunch hour and sees Sam and his mother making love. He hastily darts out of the house and is hit by a passing pickup truck, which leaves him in a coma. As Michael remains unconscious, it becomes evident that the families have been irretrievably hurt by this moment, which can never be removed or forgotten. Read by Barbara Rosenblat, this is an entertaining, compelling page-turner about family, friends, love, and betrayal that still rings true. Recommended.--Carol Stern, Glen Cove P.L., NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

The Popes and the Maxwells, known as the ``Popewells,'' are more than next-door neighbors: Annie Pope and Teke Maxwell were college roommates; John David Maxwell is Sam Pope's oldest friend, and both men are full partners at the Boston law firm run by J. D.'s father. But in a matter of moments, the two families are torn apart by tragedy. Sam and Teke are spotted in an act of spontaneous (and unprecedented) lovemaking by 13-year-old Michael Maxwell, who dashes out of the house and runs into a passing pickup truck. The accident leaves the boy in a coma. Making things even more hideous for Teke is the fact that the pickup truck was driven by Grady Piper, her childhood sweetheart. J. D. copes by trying to get somebody sued or arrested, preferably Grady. When Sam's indiscretion comes to light, Annie can hardly bear to be around him. As the days drag on and Michael remains unconscious, it becomes apparent that the Popewell relationships are also badly injured and not all will survive. By focusing on these characters and their responses to adversity, Delinsky ( The Passions of Chelsea Kane ) skillfully turns a somber scenario into intriguing women's fiction. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved