We Were the Mulvaneys
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Joyce Carol Oates. We Were the Mulvaneys
JOYCE CAROL OATES. We Were the Mulvaneys
COPYRIGHT
PRAISE
DEDICATION
EPIGRAPH
CONTENTS
STORYBOOK HOUSE
THE DOE
ST. VALENTINE’S 1976
RINGING THE COWBELL
FAMILY CODE
DIRTY GIRL
PROVIDENCE
STRAWBERRIES & CREAM
SECRETS
THE REVELATION
BABIES
DAMAGED GIRL
THE LOVERS
IMMINENT MORTALITY
EVERY HEARTBEAT!
THE ASSAULT
THE PENITENT
ASK DAD
BOYS WILL BE BOYS!
PHASE
GONE
ONE BY ONE
VALEDICTORY SPEECH
SNOW AFTER EASTER
“THE HUNTSMAN”
PLASTICA
DIGNITY
REVERSE PRAYER
THE ACCOMPLICE
BROTHERS
CROSSING OVER
THE HANDSHAKE
THE BOG
TEARS
GREEN ISLE
THE PILGRIM
THE PROPOSAL
RAG–QUILT LIFE
HARD RECKONING
ON MY OWN
THE WHITE HORSE
STUMP CREEK HILL
INTENSIVE CARE
GONE
EPILOGUE REUNION: FOURTH OF JULY 1993
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LIFE at a Glance
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A NOVEL
‘Oates’s finest … a major achievement’
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Molly-O was nine years old, and no longer young. She’d had respiratory infections, knee trouble. Like every horse the Mulvaneys had ever owned. (“A horse is the most delicate animal known to man,” Dad said, “—but they don’t tell you till it’s too late and he’s yours.”) She wasn’t a beautiful horse even by Chautauqua Valley standards but she was sweet-tempered and docile; with a narrow chest, legs that appeared foreshortened, knobby knees. Her coat was a rich burnishedred with a flaglike patch of white on her nose and four irregular white socks—Button’s horse, her twelfth birthday present. There is no love like the love you have for your first horse but that love is so easy to forget, or misplace—it’s like love for yourself, the self you outgrow.
Marianne hid her face in Molly-O’s mane whispering how sorry she was, oh how sorry!—since school had started she’d been neglecting Molly-O, and hadn’t ridden her more than a dozen times last summer. Her horse-mania of several years ago had long since subsided.
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