A Blessed Event

A Blessed Event

by Jean Reynolds Page

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Overview

How much is too much to ask of friendship? How long will the bonds of family endure when confronted with swift, unexpected change? These are the intimate questions Jean Reynolds Page poses in A Blessed Event, her assured and powerful literary debut.

Joanne Timbro and Darla Stevens have grown up in a small Texas town, their childhood homes separated only by adjoining back yards. Although the families inside these houses have little in common, the two girls find in each other a rare friendship that will take them into their adult lives; a friendship that makes them stronger together than either could be alone.

Then as young women, Darla and Jo enter into an agreement that will startle everyone who cares for them. After years of watching Darla’s heartbreaking failure to have a baby with her husband, Cal, Joanne agrees to give birth to the child that Darla cannot have on her own.

But in the early morning hours of a warm July morning, everything changes. Joanne, then four months pregnant, is driving a car that veers off the road near the home that Darla shares with Cal. In the days and months that follow, Darla must face for the first time in her memory, the possibility of life without Jo. As Darla tries to uncover the secrets that brought her friend out onto the highway in those dark morning hours, she discovers that she must also fight to keep the baby that was intended to be her child.

With the child’s fate hanging in the balance, Darla searches for clues to Jo’s strange behavior leading up to the crash. In the process, she discovers truths that hide in her own life: in her marriage, in her closest friendships, and in a past that has suddenly reemerged, full of unfolding secrets.

Tender and heartbreaking, hopeful and honest, A Blessed Event brings life’s everyday experiences into bright focus, contrasting beautifully the pain of suffering with the sublime joys of surviving—and truly living.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345462169
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/25/2005
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 680,444
Product dimensions: 5.32(w) x 8.01(h) x 0.81(d)

About the Author

Jean Reynolds Page grew up in North Carolina and lived in Texas, the setting for A Blessed Event, for ten years. She has worked as an arts publicist in New York City and has written about dance for numerous publications. She currently lives in the Seattle area with her husband and three children.

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ONE

Alliance, Texas—July 1983

I wanted a family. I wanted Joanne to be part of us, of our family. Cal, my husband, he wanted the same thing, at first. Somehow, all our reasons got lost. I was the last one to know that something had gone wrong with our plans. Once I found out, everything went to hell pretty fast.

By the time it all came clear to me, Joanne's 1980 Buick Le Sabre was down the hall in my bedroom, tipped headlong over my dresser. A steep embankment runs up beside our house to the highway. Joanne lost control of her car at the moment when her headlights would have flashed by our window. She was my closest friend. I don't remember a time before I knew her. She was as close as family. When she agreed to my plan, she became family. I still believe that.

The seconds after that accident were the most awful moments of my life, when Cal and I woke to the sounds of Jo's car crashing into our bedroom, crunching our wall like a Saltine cracker. Wood and paint sprayed everywhere, along with glass from the windows and picture frames. I had cuts in a dozen places on my body that I never felt.

My first thought was about the baby. Somehow I thought Joanne would be strong enough to get up and walk away. She'd stood up to her daddy for twenty-seven years; a car wreck shouldn't have been the end of it. But the baby, I didn't know if the baby could take something like that. Then I saw Joanne. I saw her bloody and broken through the car window and I just knew they were both lost.

I stayed in the room as long as I could, until the smell of gasoline and the sight of my friend turned my stomach inside out. I stayed while Cal went to get help and I tried to reach in and touch her, but warm blood was everywhere and I had to pull back. Every part of me was shaking.

After the police, the fire truck, and the ambulances all got to my house, I sat in my kitchen. I was trying to get away from the shouting, the thick air and, most of all, from the sight of Joanne. They said she was alive, but just barely. She probably wouldn't make it out of the car. It was more than I could handle. Sitting in my kitchen, I could block out everything else; only for a few seconds at a time, but just enough to hang on to my mind. I'd stare at my cigarette—the first I'd smoked in two years—like it was the most important object in the world, some treasure, and push all the other images away. It would come back to me in no time; but a moment here and there kept me going, like catching your breath when you're too winded to move on.

Cal stayed in there all morning, talking to the police. He came in the kitchen once with the deputy to answer some questions with me.

"When was the last time you saw her?" the deputy asked Cal. I could hear the medical people in our room, trying to get Joanne out of the car. "She been here recently?"

"Yesterday afternoon," I answered for him. "She came over here."

I thought of her then, standing in my house, troubled by something—both of us unaware of the terrible things that would come so soon.

"Yeah," Cal told the deputy. "She was here when I got in from work."

She'd been at the house for an hour before he got home, working hard to say something to me, looking for words that wouldn't fit into the thoughts she had in her head.

"Joanne," I said. "Just tell me, whatever it is."

I put my hand on her arm and she jumped. We'd been familiar as twins for twenty years of my life. She'd never flinched once before. Then Cal came in the front door. She took one look at him and I didn't need any words to know what she couldn't say. It was my fault. I'd put them together. She left without another word to me or to him.

"Was there anything that made you think she was upset or angry?" the deputy asked. He was looking at me.

"Yeah," I said. Cal looked at the floor. "She never quite got it out, but I knew she was upset."

I looked out the side window of the kitchen, saw the steep rise that led up to where our side yard met the asphalt, the curve in the road before you get to our driveway. I saw the tracks in the tall grass where she'd left the highway, gone airborne. She hit the curve like a straightaway, they told me, never touching the brake. They said the accelerator might have stuck or she might have hit the wrong pedal when she was trying to brake. I couldn't think otherwise of her. My soul couldn't hold any other explanation; but I knew what the deputy and the rest of them were thinking. They were thinking that those things never really happen and this was never really an accident.

"Can you tell me anything else?" the deputy asked me.

Cal looked at me, nodded at me to go ahead.

"She was having a baby for us," I said. The cigarette shook in my fingers. I couldn't make it stop. A smear of blood from a cut I hadn't bothered to wash covered my hand, or maybe it was Joanne's blood. I didn't know.

"It's Cal's baby," I said.

The deputy looked up from his notepad. His whole face was a question.

"We'd asked her to have a baby for us. With us. I can't, you see. I can't have a baby. I told her to have it for me, with Ca—with my husband. She'd be an aunt. A godparent."

The deputy looked down at his notepad again and scribbled. I couldn't see his face. Cal had walked to the den. He stood at the window with his back to me. A blinding sun, rising in the Texas sky, made him look dark, like a shadow standing alone.

The deputy got his voice back.

"Had something changed for her?" he asked. "When she talked to you. Was she thinking she didn't want to do it?"

"She'd changed her mind, I think. Not about the baby. She'd changed her mind about us, about Cal, I think."

Cal walked back to me. He rubbed his hand, light on my cheek, and I felt a tear I didn't know was there.

"You don't know what she was going to say," Cal told me.

"I can guess pretty well."

Cal looked as if he wanted to say more, but he stopped.

"We'd shared something, the three of us," he said, now talking to the deputy. "It was hard to figure out what we all felt. She didn't know what to do with it. Hell, I know I got confused. I think we all did."

Then he turned to me again.

"I love you," he said. "She loved you too. We didn't think about everything enough. How complicated the feelings would get."

His face was pulled in all different directions with pain—pain that I'd caused. In some ways, I might as well have been driving that Le Sabre this morning. I put it all in motion. Now I wanted her back, with or without that baby growing in her belly.

"How far along was she?" the deputy asked. "With the baby?"

"Almost five months," I said.

He looked almost sick, or disgusted, I couldn't read him that well.

"The accident," he managed, finally. He'd heard enough of our story. "Do you remember anything else about the accident?"

"The crashing noises seemed like they might have been a bad dream," I told him, "I woke up stunned and scared, my heart racing."

All I remembered was the hot exhaust, the smell of gas, all bearing in on my nose, choking me like a pillow pushed against my face. It took us both a second to collect our wits.

"Cal came around first. He scooted out of bed, out from in front of the car, and pulled me with him. The motor was still running and the car was lodged on my dresser. The motor kept running and running. It must have stopped sometime, but I don't remember when."

Cal started screaming. I didn't say this to the deputy, but I can hear it in my head if I listen. "Joanne! Oh Christ, Joanne!"

But Joanne was a mess and not in any shape to answer. Her face was mashed in on one side, no face at all, really, all blood and hair. And I stood there and looked at her like she was acting in a movie—frantic that the baby had gotten crushed, still hoping that Joanne would come to any minute. But she didn't come to. She didn't move.

"Cal tried to call for help, but the crash did something to our phone," I said. "He went to his work radio in the truck, got somebody at dispatch to call an ambulance."

I stayed in there as long as I could, until Cal got back. Then I had to leave, had to go to my normal-looking kitchen, a weak puppy hiding from thunder.

"Joanne never opened her eyes or anything. Not that I saw."

After I'd answered all of the officer's questions, one of the policemen, or maybe a paramedic, yelled for the deputy to come back down the hall. Cal ran after him. I stayed behind to think about everything we'd done. It sounded different, our story. Saying it all out loud to a stranger, all the details about the baby, made it sound wrong. I never saw it that way before.

I didn't want to think about what Joanne looked like as they pulled her out of the car. Like a coward, I left her there with them, the baby too. I left them both, sat at the breakfast table in my bathrobe staring at the yellow-colored wallpaper in my kitchen. That's when I knew I had to have a Salem Light. I went through every drawer in the kitchen to find the pack. Stale and wrong, it satisfied my fear.

Then I registered the solid ache of what it would mean to lose Joanne—Jo and the baby with her. She'd been with me nearly forever, lived behind me, almost all my years of growing up. Our backyards ran together like a playground and her room looked as familiar to me as my own. Her mama knew my favorite foods, my favorite colors, bought me clothes when she went shopping for Joanne. My mama French-braided Joanne's hair before school and taught her how to embroider on her jeans.

Joanne knew when Junior Evans kissed me and when Sean Latham first moved his hands to places that had been a secret to everyone, including me. Then there was Cal. She knew I wanted to marry him before I'd said it—to him or to myself.

When they brought her down the hall of my house on a stretcher, when they said she was still alive, I yelled out something, I don't know what, some kind of prayer, like some crazed holy roller. I don't know where it came from. I'm not somebody God counts on for attendance.

I ran to her, planned to tell her how sorry I was, but I stopped when I got a good look. Blood, some fresh and some dried, covered her bandages and the still-familiar features of at least half her face. The skin on her arms and shoulders looked like old wall paint, dull and matte. She looked dead. I couldn't help thinking she'd rather be.

Cal stood in the hall and cried. Loud crying, like a child.

It wasn't until the ambulance drove off, until the road dust behind it conjured ghost images in the heat, that I realized they hadn't said anything about the baby. If Joanne was alive, what about the baby?

"The baby," I said to Cal. "What'd they say about the baby?"

He walked into the den, sat on the arm of the couch.

"There's a heartbeat," he said, his voice hoarse and spent. "That's all they know."

Reading Group Guide

1. What is the nature of the triangular relationship that exists among Joanne, Cal, and Darla? How do the three characters grow to be dependent on one another during the months leading up to the accident?

2. Why do you think Darla’s first reaction, after leaving the hospital, was to go to Joanne’s?

3. Do you feel that Darla was aware of the danger of having Cal fall for Joanne when she conceived their plan? Was she ever afraid of
Joanne’s falling for Cal?

4. After Darla leaves college, she works at a print shop that puts out the local newspaper. Why do you think Darla like this job so much?
What do her reasons for liking the job say about her character?

5. The breakdown of Darla’s plan for Joanne and Cal to conceive her child is propelled by a series of actions that all three characters make.
Do you think that there’s a way in which the plan could have worked as Darla had envisioned? What would they have had to do differently?

6. Joanne and Darla decide that Jimmy Cagle is “off limits,” but eventually each only applies this rule to the other person. Do they hold each other to higher standards than they hold themselves? What are other examples of double standards between them?

7. Cal tells Darla that Joanne hurt everyone in her life except for
Darla. Do you agree with him? Why do you think Cal says this?

8. How did the death of Darla’s father affect her? How do her perceptions of home change after he is gone? Do you think these feelings shaped her later behaviors?

9. Mr. and Mrs. Timbro decide that they want custody of the baby almost immediately after they learn of Joanne’s situation. Do you think it’s just for Mrs. Timbro, as she claimed? Or is there some way that a baby could set things right for Mr. Timbro as well?

10. Do you think Sean was called to a life of religious service? How does his religious devotion fit into his personality? Do you think this devotion always existed for him, or did it grow out of circumstance?

11. Mr. Timbro asks Cal if he is “proud of his whole life” when building an argument against letting Cal and Darla have custody of the baby. In your opinion, is this a requirement for being a fit parent?
What makes someone qualified to raise a child? Do Cal and Darla meet those requirements?

12. Do you think Cal’s initial reluctance to sleep with Joanne was genuine?
How much do you think he downplayed his feelings for her to
Darla, if at all?

13. Cal is a bit mysterious when he explains to Darla what drew him back to Joanne after their initial sexual encounter. What is alluring about
Joanne, someone whom Cal never seemed to care for previously?

14. Toward the end of the novel, Sean tells Darla of Joanne’s plans to leave Alliance. Do you think that if Joanne hadn’t crashed her car,
Darla would have gone with her out West? Would this have been a better outcome for Darla and the baby?

15. When Darla was at college, Joanne aborted a pregnancy and never told her best friend. Why didn’t Joanne seek help from Darla when confronted with such a hugely emotional decision? How does the image Joanne created of herself in Darla’s eyes differ from who she really was?

16. Darla finds comfort in spending time with Joanne at the hospital and even talking to her, even though she can’t respond. When Joanne dies, however, Darla feels as though the body at the funeral bears no relation to Joanne. Why, even in an unconscious state, is a living body so dramatically different?

17. What would Joanne have thought of Darla’s newfound peace with the Timbros at the end of the novel? Would she have felt betrayed or relieved?

18. Darla gives so many reasons for wanting a baby throughout the course of the novel that it seems as if she herself doesn’t really know why she has this need. Why do you think Darla wants a baby so badly?
What does she believe a baby in her life will provide for her?

19. Is the ending of A Blessed Event a happy one? Were you disappointed that Darla is raising Joe by herself, or do you think it’s for the best?

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Blessed Event 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful book
Guest More than 1 year ago
I got this from the bargain table. It was pretty good once you get past the first part of finding everything out. You basically need to read this with an open mind. I did find the changing timelines confusing at first, but it was pretty good. I finished it within a few days.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I should preface this by saying my expecations were probably much too high going into this read. I wish now that I'd waited for the paperback; it'd be on my shelf, but there'd also be a bit more money in my wallet. I give it 2 stars because I can at least appreciate the author's time and effort. The character's emotions were, at the very least, predictable. No doubt a story was told, but the prose lacked that fine touch. Will I buy the next Jean Reynolds Page novel? Not before reading the ENTIRE first chapter BN offers as a courtesy. I normally don't take issue with a novel taking the see-saw in time approach, but as I struggled through this one (which alternates between 1983 & 1973) I found myself skipping the 1973 chapters--just didn't care. Had I read this before the likes of Jodi Picoult, Ann Marie MacDonald, or Wally Lamb I might not have been so critical. But alas, I have read the works of these greats.
Guest More than 1 year ago
an outstanding read, truly surprising, the intellectual depth yet charming characters combine for a truly worthwhile novel. Bravo Page.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I would love to say that I found this storyline appealing, but I felt the writing was choppy. It was very distracting to alternate each chapter between past (1973) and present (1983). It lacked a consistency that made it flow. After reading all the other reviews, I'm not sure that I was reading the same book. I just didn't commit to Darla and Jo the way that some of the other readers did. I found Darla's husband weak and sleazy, and liked him even less when he refused to be a father to his son. This part of the storyline didn't make any sense to me. And by the end of the book, you wondered if Jo was afraid or just mean. The ending left me cold - the writer tidied up things way too fast and left me wanting.
Guest More than 1 year ago
When I was about one quarter of the way through this tale of the friendship between Joanne Timbro and Darla Stevens, I wondered whether men are ever this close. About three-fourths of the way through, I wondered why anyone would want such a friendship and whether anyone could survive it. This story is thoroughly captivating and eventually comes to a satisfying and hopeful conclusion. The characters and events are often not quite as they seem at first, and the description of life in Alliance, Texas circa 1973-1983 is entirely realistic. Strong recommendation.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The readers of 'A Blessed Event' are in more than capable hands with Jean Reynolds Page in her fine debut novel. The book covers rugged moral terrain that Page, much to her credit, makes no attempt to pretty-up, but presents warts and all. Darla and Joanne, the central characters, share a lifelong, twin-like closeness, and by the book's end we have seen both of them make bad decisions as well as good, arrived at through weakness as well as strength--but always with deep love. Their mistakes--and there are lots of them--are the mistakes that good people make when they understand the consequences of their actions too little and too late; when they long for things too much; and when they desire outcomes for each other that in reality can't be had. The pacing of 'A Blessed Event' is excellent, the characters finely drawn, the blending of flashback and present well-controlled and seamless, the story original and compelling. I strongly recommend this book as a brisk and satisfying read.
Kendall41 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Although it has promise, it is Jean's first novel and it shows
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