Mort and Abe are two brothers who shared everything. They
both run their father's business. Both are married, and
live in a duplex, one up one down with their families.
Mort and Rose had three daughters. Mort loved his daughters,
but longed for a son. Abe was married to Helen and had four
sons. Helen would like nothing more than to have a
daughter. Rose and Helen were very close, perhaps like
sisters. They were both thrilled when they found out
they were with child again. Due only a few weeks
apart. Little did they know that they would have the
babies on the same day. What happened that night would
change all their lives forever.
Rose was never the same after the birth of the babies.
Mort on the other hand was over the moon that he finally
had a son. Abe just as thrilled to have a daughter. As
the children grow, the two youngest were spoiled by
everyone except for Rose.
After a tragic accident these two former best friends
barely spoke to each other. Can life ever be the same
in this TWO-FAMILY HOUSE?
What a great book. Lynda Cohen Loigman writes such a
wonderful story. Two families pretty much the same in
everything. Being Italian this is how families are.
Spending holidays together and always there for each
other. Lynda's spellbinding story shows how no matter how
close you are, things can change when making a decision.
I found myself wondering if it ever came down to making
this kind of decision, could I go through with it?
Family is family, but one wrong move will change a family for a
life time. THE TWO-FAMILY HOUSE puts you right into the
family.
You are happy for one, but very sad for the other.
Change affects everyone and does change a life forever.
Read TWO-FAMILY HOUSE, it will grip you from the beginning to
the end.
Brooklyn, 1947: in the midst of a blizzard, in a
two-family brownstone, two babies are born minutes apart
to
two women. They are sisters by marriage with an
impenetrable
bond forged before and during that dramatic night; but as
the years progress, small cracks start to appear and
their
once deep friendship begins to unravel. No one knows why,
and no one can stop it. One misguided choice; one moment
of
tragedy. Heartbreak wars with happiness and almost but
not
quite wins.
From debut novelist Lynda Cohen Loigman
comes The Two-Family House, a moving family saga
filled with heart, emotion, longing, love, and mystery.
Excerpt
She walked down the stairs of the old two-family house in
the dark, careful not to slip. The steps were steep and
uneven, hidden almost entirely beneath the snow. It had
been falling rapidly for hours and there had been too
much excitement going on inside the house for anyone to
think about shoveling steps for a departing midwife.
Perhaps if the fathers of the two babies born had been
present, they would have thought to shovel. But the storm
had prevented their return, and neither had been home.
She breathed in the cold night air, happy to be outside
at last, away from the heat and closeness of the birthing
room. How grateful she was for the sudden burst of wind
that slammed the door shut behind her, shaking her out of
her exhaustion and signaling the finality of the evening.
She loved her work and cherished the intimacy of it. But
it was not a pleasure outing.
Before today she thought she had seen every permutation
of circumstance: the girls who cried out for their own
mothers even as they became mothers themselves; the older
women who marked themselves as cursed, suddenly bursting
with joy over a healthy child come to them at last. She
thought she had heard every kind of sound a person could
make, witnessed every expression the human face could
conjure up out of pain, joy or grief. That was what she
thought before this evening.
This night was different. Never before had she seen such
longing, pain and relief braided together more tightly.
Two mothers, two babies, born only minutes apart. She
had witnessed tonight what pure woman strength could
accomplish, how the mind could control the body out of
absolute desperation.
She had watched, and she had ignored. She had taken
charge, yet she was absent. She let them believe that
her confusion was real, that she was tired. But she was
never confused. She was not too tired to comprehend
their hopes. The fragile magic of that night had not been
lost on her.
She breathed in the air again, crisp and cold, clearing
her head. It had been a good night, two healthy babies
born to healthy, capable mothers. She couldn’t ask for
more. What happened now was out of her hands. Wholly and
completely she put it out of her mind, said her goodbyes
to the house on the steps and made her way home to go to
sleep. There would be more babies tomorrow, she knew,
and the constancy of her work would keep her thoughts
from this place. She promised herself never to think of
it again.
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