Ties That Bind. Marie Bostwick

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      Contents

      Prologue

      1 Margot

      2 Margot

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      4 Margot

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      6 Philippa Clarkson

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      8 Margot

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      10 Philippa

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      12 Philippa

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      14 Philippa

      15 Philippa

      16 Margot

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      18 Philippa

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      23 Philippa

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      25 Margot

      26 Philippa

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      29 Margot

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      31 Philippa

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      36 Philippa

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      43 Philippa

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      57 Philippa

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      61 Philippa

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      A Reading Group Guide

      Discussion Questions

      With thanks …

      To my editor, Audrey LaFehr, and my agent, Liza Dawson, who never allow me to settle for less than my best; to my husband and family, for putting up with my crazy schedule and many moods; to my sister, Betty, who offers encouragement with liberality and criticism with grace; to my Very Sparkly Assistant, Molly, who keeps my books, calendar, and life pretty balanced, considering; and to Anne Dranginis, whose friendship I value and whose insights regarding courtroom drama and family law made this book more interesting; and to the readers whose appreciation and encouragement are the greatest rewards of writing.

      Prologue

      Margot Matthews

      “People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

      Elisabeth Kübler-Ross said that, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Maybe that surprises you. Most of the people I know, apart from my close friends, would be surprised to know I can quote from Kübler-Ross, and for one simple reason: I am nice.

      I am. That’s how people describe me, as a nice person, a nice girl. That wasn’t so bad when I was a girl, but when you move beyond girlhood into womanhood, people tend to confuse niceness with lack of intellectual depth. And if that nice person is also a person of faith, they think you’re as shallow as a shower, incapable of introspection or academic curiosity. But mine is an examined faith, composed of inquisitiveness, discovery, and introspection. However, it didn’t begin with me.

      I have known and loved God for as long as I can remember. It was as natural to me as breathing. As I’ve grown older and met so many people who struggle with the meaning and means of finding God, I have sometimes wondered about the validity of my faith. Could something so precious truly come as a gift?

      I can’t answer for anyone else and don’t presume to, but,

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