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No Lies Live Forever tells the captivating story of Sal Casalino. Seemingly successful and a family man, his long-hidden secrets begin to resurface and threaten to uproot his happy life. With the untimely death of a beloved family member, Sal must come back and face his own demons, make decisions that will forever change his family, and take them on a journey that they can never turn back from. No Lies Live Forever weaves family loyalty and corruption through twists and turns spanning forty years and two continents. It shines a light on the immigrant experience as it explores the universal themes of family loyalty and love, and the cost of secrets-even those kept with the best of intentions.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 novembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781645755227
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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No Lies Live Forever
Catherine Fatica Compher
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
No Lies Live Forever About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Prologue October 29, 2002 Waite Hill, Ohio Chapter 1 Sal October 28, 2002 Raleigh, NC Chapter 2 George Waite Hill, Ohio October 28, 2002 Chapter 3 Sal Boone, NC October 28, 2002 Chapter 4 Sophia Naples, Italy Summer 1962 Chapter 5 Lucca Naples, Italy Summer 1962 Chapter 6 Paolo Waite Hill, Ohio April, 1985 Chapter 7 Anna Raleigh, NC Winston-Salem, NC October 28, 2002 Chapter 8 Anthony Waite Hill, Ohio October 28, 2002 Chapter 9 Henry New York City, October 28, 2002 Chapter 10 Anna Waite Hill, Ohio October 28, 2002 Chapter 11 Mac Jr. Raleigh, NC October 28, 2002 Chapter 12 Anna Waite Hill, OH October 28, 2002 Chapter 13 The Children Waite Hill, OH October 28, 2002 Chapter 14 Liv Winston-Salem, NC Spring 1994 Chapter 15 Sophia Naples, Italy Summer 1994 Chapter 16 Lucca Naples, Italy Summer 1994 Chapter 17 Lucca Naples, Italy Summer 1994 Chapter 18 Liv Winston-Salem, NC Summer 1994 Chapter 19 Sal Waite Hill, OH Fall 1994 Chapter 20 The Fish Waite Hill, OH May 1995 Chapter 21 Sal Waite Hill, OH May 1995 Chapter 22 Elizabeth Waite Hill, OH May 1995 Chapter 23 Anna Waite Hill, OH October 29, 2002 Chapter 24 Elizabeth Waite Hill, OH October 29, 2002 Chapter 25 George Waite Hill, OH October 30, 2002 Chapter 26 Family Waite Hill, OH October 30, 2002 Chapter 27 Mac Jr. and Liv Winston-Salem, NC October 31, 2002 Chapter 28 The Will Waite Hill, OH November 1, 2002 Chapter 29 Home Waite Hill, OH November 1, 2002 Chapter 30 Sal Boone, NC November 2, 2002 Chapter 31 Anna Raleigh, NC November 4, 2002 Chapter 32 Anna Raleigh, NC November 7, 2002 Chapter 33 George and Anna Boone, NC November 9, 2002 Chapter 34 Anna and George Boone, NC November 9, 2002 Chapter 35 Anna Boone, NC November 9, 2002 Chapter 36 Mac Jr. Boone, NC November 9, 2002 Chapter 37 Anna Boone, NC November 9, 2002 Chapter 38 Anna and George Boone, NC November 10, 2002 Chapter 39 Silence Boone, NC November 10, 2002 Chapter 40 George Boone, NC November 11, 2002 Chapter 41 Sal Boone, NC November 11, 2002 Chapter 42 Liv Boone, NC November 11, 2002 Chapter 43 Sal and Brian Boone, NC November 11, 2002 Chapter 44 Anna and Celia Boone, NC November 11, 2002 Chapter 45 The Casalino Family Boone, NC November 12, 2002 Postlogue Elizabeth One Year Later Waite Hill Christmas
About the Author
This is Catherine Fatica Compher’s break-out novel. A lover of travel, good books, and family, Catherine has lived coast to coast following her husband’s career and picking up stories along the way. She is originally from Cleveland but was raised in North Carolina. She is a proud graduate of North Carolina State University. She currently resides in Chicago with her husband.
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For my family
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Catherine Fatica Compher (2020)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Compher, Catherine Fatica
No Lies Live Forever
ISBN 9781645755203 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781645755210 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645755227 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020917634
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Acknowledgement
I would like to thank my brilliant and supportive husband, Jeff, for continuing to encourage me throughout this entire process. He was the voice that pushed me to climb out of my comfort zone when I didn’t believe I could. I’m very grateful to him as well as my son CJ and his wife Andie, and my son David. They read through the first draft and gave critical feedback that was invaluable to the final draft. I am one lucky mom to have such amazing and talented children. CJ, I am thrilled that you love George as much as I do. Andie, thank you for pushing me to make Anna more authentic. David, I love that you have the vision to see these characters as living, breathing people who could bring this novel to life. And Nicole, thank you for listening to hour-long conversations about the characters. The constant dinner conversations over the characters brought them into our family on many occasions. I am so grateful to my beautiful dog, Cammie, who spent countless hours on my office floor listening to the clicking of my laptop keys and to me chatting with her about each character. I wrote, cried, and debated with you the intricacies of the story. I love you, girl, and know your walk over the rainbow bridge gave you freedom from the constant pain. Thank you for hanging on until the bitter end of this project. I hope that you and Nana are up there with a basket of unlimited tennis balls and a great glass of red wine. I wish you were both here to share this with me.
Thanks to my publisher Austin Macauley and every team member that put their hands on this book. I am so grateful for your belief in the story. Thank you for putting Sal’s story out there.
Special thanks to two very talented and special writers in my life, Marybeth Mayhew Whalen and Kim Wright. They added insight beyond measure and gave me valuable help not only into the manuscript but into the writing world. Many thanks to you both. Thanks to my long list of friends who muddled through the first draft: Sara, Christina, Alison, Carolyn, Barb, Kelly, and Cassie. What would I do without my tribe? You ladies define what it is to support women in this world today.
And finally, thanks to my mom and dad. The road was not always easy but it pushed me to be who I am today. For mom, who read the book in a night and cried proclaiming that she loved every bit of it. You will always be my Elizabeth. And for dad, though you never saw me grow up, meet my husband and kids, and grow old with mom, I know you would be very proud. You opened the beautiful window into Italian culture and gave me a love of family, food, and friendship. This story has lived with me since your premature passing and it’s all yours. Your illness and death gave me the inspiration to tell the story. You will always be my Sal.
Prologue

October 29, 2002

Waite Hill, Ohio
Anna stood at the large Tuscan windows of her family home looking out over the fallen leaves, quieting gardens, and sleepy tree limbs. She was happy. That is until she could no longer tell where the lies started and the truth ended. The recent events in her life that forced her to come home also forced her to lean over the bridge of her life and watch everything float away. She inhaled, and could feel fall run up her nostrils as the taste rolled over her tongue. She stood, arms crossed over her body, staring out at the gardens. She was home to attend her mother’s funeral. “I’m an orphan now,” she spoke to no one. “Dad’s been gone for several years and now, well, this is even more complicated.” She felt a dark, stormy distance from herself. “Coming home means so much than saying goodbye to Mom. Why did my parents have to be so complicated?”
Anna was an accomplished professor at a large university in North Carolina. She had traveled and spent time on archeological digs in her favorite city in the world, Naples, Italy. And she thought she finally found a relationship that may be the one, but after only four months, that went sour. “I loved looking out these windows. Until I discovered there is pain in the world and realized that the life I created for myself was not what it seems.”
She stood quietly, visited by fears and feeling them with the same intensity of many years ago. If I forgive, I will have nothing to hold onto , she thought as she tightened the vice grip of anger, hate, and resentment in her mind, longing to sweep the ashes away that smoldered in her heart. I have forced myself to that which I hate the most. She felt a tear slide down her face. Yet, here I stand, still afraid. She found herself paralyzed at the grand windows at the back of her family home. She felt all those same feelings, waiting in anticipation for the chaos to begin.
She looked out across the sunny grounds and remembered the darkness that would come with the summer storms. “Just like my life, great one day and chaos the next.” Her view was partially obstructed by the never-ending gardens and meticulous tree lines that framed the length of the boundless property. Darkness, only illuminated by the dancing beams of light from the barns and buildings, fighting for their turn to shine, but just the same she would wait. She watched summer storms roll in and out over a quickly graying sky like riding Icarus’s wings to the sun. I loved standing right here when I was little.
Anna felt a calm as she stared out the window. Thank goodness, my wings are not made of wax and it’s not summer. It’s good to be home , she thought to herself as she continued to watch a small bank of gray clouds roll over the sun. I’m now a grown woman. I worked hard for my c