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Tully
Paullina Simons
The astonishing debut novel from international number one bestselling author Paullina Simons, beautifully repackagedTully Makker is a tough young woman from the wrong side of the tracks and she is not always easy to like. But if Tully gives friendship and loyalty, she gives them for good, and she forms an enduring bond with Jennifer and Julie, schoolfriends from very different backgrounds.As they grow into the world of the seventies and eighties, the lives of the three best friends are changed forever by two young men, Robin and Jack, and a tragedy which engulfs them all.Against the odds, Tully emerges into young womanhood, marriage and a career. At last Tully Makker has life under control. And then life strikes back in the most unexpected way of all…
Tully
Paullina Simons
Copyright (#ulink_b33155e3-022e-5497-8980-198ba94054ac)
This novel is entirely a work of fiction.
The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published in Great Britain by Flamingo an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1995
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To Alla and Yuri Handler,
my mother and father
Strait is the gate
and narrow is the way
That leads unto Life
And few there be that find it
St Matthew 7:14
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#ucccb2da8-6a70-5f74-8ad4-18c45befce8d)
Title Page (#u22192e05-6ffb-5c58-b4e3-fafc09988d1e)
Copyright (#u170a66ef-d5c7-57c3-971a-2414e5e18ffe)
Epigraph (#ufdd18458-c324-514f-99da-9fbd2c6d157c)
I Jennifer Lynn Mandolini (#u5ff3d6cd-4671-5f59-ab49-6ea1152b0f3f)
ONE Three Friends (#u79056654-6876-5f93-8f5a-d07376adc6b0)
TWO The Party (#ube5d83f3-1acb-5064-a3af-d7fa69d6f11b)
THREE Robin (#u72c46e61-af65-53db-bf36-af383ac63c85)
FOUR Winter (#u146d4aca-bc54-5a50-9534-b958b9b03c3b)
FIVE Jennifer (#ua27661e1-6bf0-5beb-b928-be84b229c51b)
II Railroad Days (#u880242ba-84db-582f-95c1-3fbaf26527f0)
SIX A House of Little Illusion (#u8cacb595-8ebd-5316-a750-b855423c6cbb)
SEVEN Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)
EIGHT Hedda Makker (#litres_trial_promo)
NINE Robin and Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)
TEN A Postcard from Home (#litres_trial_promo)
III The House on Texas Street (#litres_trial_promo)
ELEVEN Back Home (#litres_trial_promo)
TWELVE Wichita (#litres_trial_promo)
THIRTEEN Infancy (#litres_trial_promo)
FOURTEEN Lake Vaquero (#litres_trial_promo)
FIFTEEN Painting the House (#litres_trial_promo)
IV Natalie Anne Makker (#litres_trial_promo)
SIXTEEN Jenny October 1986 (#litres_trial_promo)
SEVENTEEN California (#litres_trial_promo)
EIGHTEEN Mother (#litres_trial_promo)
NINETEEN Husband and Wife (#litres_trial_promo)
TWENTY Tully (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
I Jennifer Lynn Mandolini (#ulink_885b3703-5300-5025-a634-03e3fe5afb8f)
Ah Life,
I would have been a pleasant thing to have
About the house when I was grown
If thou hadst left my little joys alone!
Edna St Vincent Millay
Mama’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Roger Waters
ONE Three Friends (#ulink_e3a6705b-b7f7-51c8-8208-4107793cb816)
September 28, 1978
One warm September afternoon, Tully, Jennifer, and Julie sat around a kitchen table in a house on a street named Sunset Court.
‘Tully, go home,’ said Jennifer Mandolini. ‘I don’t want you at my party looking like this.’ She pointed to Tully’s face.
Tully Makker ignored her, busy stirring the French onion dip she made rarely but well. ‘One more taste and I’m out of here,’ she said. But the Mandolini kitchen smelled of apple strudel, while at home the kitchen smelled nothing like apple strudel. Tully was sitting at the table with her feet up on Julie’s lap, and Tully was comfortable.
Jennifer reached over and took the dip away from Tully. ‘One more taste and there’ll be nothing left.’
Tully watched her put the dip on the kitchen counter and sighed. Jen was right. It really was time to go.
Turning back to Tully, Jennifer added almost apologetically, ‘We’ll have nothing for the guests, right, Jule?’
‘Right, Jen,’ agreed Julie Martinez, sipping her Coke.
Tully reluctantly got up from the table, strolled over to the kitchen counter, and picked up her onion dip. ‘Jennifer, they’re going to be much too busy dancing with you to have dip,’ she said, running her finger around the rim of the bowl. She began to hum ‘Hotel California.’
Jennifer wrested the bowl away. ‘Makker, it’s five o’clock!’ she exclaimed. ‘You’ve got a two-mile walk home,’ she said, getting Glad Wrap and covering the dip, ‘and a two-mile walk back. And I don’t have wheels yet to cart your ass around.’ She put the dip in the fridge. ‘Get the hell out of here. Go put your face on.’ And then to Julie, ‘Julie, why won’t she leave?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Julie. ‘She’s never liked it here before.’
‘Girls, girls,’ said Tully. ‘You can leave me alone now, I’m on my way.’ Tully did not go, however; quite the opposite: she walked back to the table, sat down, and put her feet up on a chair.
Jennifer perched down next to her. ‘Go,’ Jennifer said, but gentler. ‘I don’t want you to be late, that’s all.’
Tully didn’t move. ‘And it’s only three miles there and back.’
‘Get out of here,’ repeated Jennifer, sighing with exasperation.
Tully reached around Jennifer for the tube of Pringles. It had been a good Saturday afternoon. Quiet. Fun. Warm.
‘Listen, Mandolini,’ Tully said, handing Jennifer a potato chip. ‘You still haven’t told me how many people are going to be here tonight.’
‘Thirty,’ replied Jennifer, taking the chip, getting up, and opening the kitchen door. ‘And I did tell you.’
‘Thirty,’ echoed Julie cheerfully. ‘Half of them football players.’
Licking the salt off her lips, Tully eyed Jennifer. ‘Oh, Jen?’ she said. ‘By the way, how is cheerleading?’
‘Good, okay, thank you for asking,’ said Jennifer, standing by the door.
The breeze felt good on Tully’s arms. ‘Ahh,’ she intoned, glancing meaningfully at Julie but trying to keep a poker face. ‘Ever get to talk to any of the football players?’
‘Not often,’ said Jennifer, walking over to the sink. ‘Every once in a while they come around and shout obscenities at us.’ Tully stared at Jennifer’s back.
‘So you don’t talk to any football players in particular?’
‘No, not really,’ said Jennifer, carefully ripping off a paper towel and wetting it.
Julie cleared her throat and said, ‘Jen, isn’t your locker right next to a guy who looks just like a football player?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Jennifer, not turning around. ‘I guess.’ And she began to wipe up the counter in earnest, with her back to the kitchen table.
Tully and Julie exchanged a look.
