I usually don’t read or listen to books like this but when I saw Susie post about this book I found the aspect of the spouses of the two having an affair intriguing. It’s a short story at only 1 hr. 19 min.

Class Mom by Laurie Gelman

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I click Send on my laptop, sit back in my chair, and grimace. “Well, that should give them something to think about,” I say to absolutely no one.

Rubbing my tired eyes, I wonder for the fiftieth time that day why I ever agreed to be a class mom again. My first instinct had been the right one.

I’m Fine and Neither Are You by Camille Pagán

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Mistakes were made. The first wasn’t even something I did; it was only a germ of an idea, fleeting but infectious. I had just sat on the toilet and was mulling over the day’s to-dos and why-didn’t-Is when a single thought shot past all the rest: I want out.

The Recipe (Chance of Loving You) by Candace Calvert

Chapter One

Lucas Marchal fully expected his grandmother to show no interest in her hospital dinner tray; her appetite had dwindled to almost nothing. But in his wildest dreams he wouldn’t have imagined that her dour, no-nonsense nurse’s aid would lift the dish cover, scream, then stumble backward and fall to the floor.

Sea of Memories by Fiona Valpy

2014, Edinburgh

“Welcome to the Drimbeig Nursing Home”. The words on the sign belie the fact that I’m standing in the pelting rain, on the wrong side of the glass door, stooping slightly to bring my ear nearer to the Entryphone in the hope that someone’s heard me press the buzzer and will respond. I huddle in closer, trying to flatten myself against the wall beneath the shallow overhang of the guttering, which drips even more water down my back. The wind tears handfuls of yellowed leaves from the plane trees that encircle the grey stone building and throws them against the windows, where they plaster themselves for a moment before being washed to the gravel by rivulets of raindrops. I check my watch, impatient, my mind already on home – Will Dan be coping? Will he have remembered Finn’s medication? – then press the buzzer again, a longer and more assertive ring this time.

This is the first book in a 2 book series, is rated  4.8 out of 1,159 customer reviews. Right now at Amazon, the Audible Audiobook is only $1.99, and the Kindle Unlimited audio is free

We’re All A Mess, It’s OK by Amy Lyle

My First Date And A Sluggish Toilet

When I was sixteen, Jeff Jordan asked me out on a date. He had just recently come off full-on orthodontics headgear at the beginning of the school year and people had not yet caught on to his smokin’ hotness. My mother dropped me off at his house (the nicest house in our town) to have dinner. After drilling his parents for ten minutes about the “activities” allowed in their home, she made SEVERAL points about how the parents were responsoble for not allowing me to be in any situations that would jeopardize my chast state as one day I would be taking sanctioned marriage vows. Oddly, she agreed to allow his parents to drive me home.

The Lady with the Purple Hat by Otilia Greco

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Without the slightest noise, Daisy turned the handle and slowly opened the door of hospital room 744. A large purple hat overed most of her pale face. She peeked into the patient’s room.

Is he still alive? she thought.
Shouldn’t he be dead by now?
Daisy wondered how much longer it might take until his last breath finally extinguished his life. He had to die soon.

Diane posted about this book and I decided to read it so I put a hold for it at my local library. I should get an email in a few days letting me know I can pick it up.

Nell and Lady by Ashley Farley

Chapter One
Lady
Present Day

Adelaide Bellemore was known to family and friends as Lady, although no one considered her a lady, least of all her mother. She stood at the sixth-floor window of the medical center, admiring the orange horizon as the sun set over Charleston Harbor. Clusters of nurses, dressed in colbalt-blue scrubs with totes slung over their shoulders and lightweight coats and sweaters draped across their arms, migrated past her to the bank of elevators. She studied the faces of the men and women-young and old, black and white, blond and brunet, slim and heavyset. Would she recognize Nell in this passing parade after thirty-one years? Nell was her sister, bound forever with Lady by legal documents but not by blood. They were no longer friends, hadn’t been for years. The close friendship they’d shared from birth, the cherished memories of carefree childhood days, had come to a tragic ending as a result of the events of Lady’s sixteenth birthday party on a rare snowy night in January of 1981.