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As Husbands Go A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Isaacs, Susan
  • Author:  Isaacs, Susan
  • ISBN-10:  1416573089
  • ISBN-10:  1416573089
  • ISBN-13:  9781416573081
  • ISBN-13:  9781416573081
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2011
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-2011
  • SKU:  1416573089-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1416573089-11-MPOD
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Call her superficial, but Susie B Anthony Rabinowitz Gersten assumed her marriage was great—and why not? Jonah Gersten, MD, a Park Avenue plastic surgeon, clearly adored her. He was handsome, successful, and a doting dad to their four-year-old triplets. But when Jonah is found dead in the Upper East Side apartment of second-rate “escort” Dorinda Dillon, Susie is overwhelmed with questions left unanswered. It’s bad enough to know your husband’s been murdered, but even worse when you’re universally pitied (and quietly mocked) because of the sleaze factor. None of it makes sense to Susie—not a sexual liaison with someone like Dorinda, not the “better not to discuss it” response from Jonah’s partners. With help from her tough-talking, high-style grandma Ethel, who flies in from Miami, she takes on her snooty in-laws, her husband’s partners, the NYPD, and the DA as she tries to prove that her wonderful life with Jonah was no lie.As Husbands Go
Chapter One

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Who knew? It seemed a perfectly nice night. True, outside the house, the wind was whoo-whooing like sound effects from a low-budget horror movie. The cold was so vicious that a little past seven, a branch of the great white spruce on the front lawn that had been creaking all afternoon suddenly screamed in pain. Then a brutal CRAAACK, and it crashed to the frozen ground.

But inside our red brick Georgian in the picturesque Long Island town of Shorehaven, all was warmth. I went from one bedroom to another to kiss the boys good night. Despite the sickly yellow gleam of the SpongeBob Squarepants night-light in his bedroom, Mason, the third-born of our triplets, glowed pure gold. I stroked his forehead. “Happy dreams, my slC,
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