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Corner Drug Store

by Brenda Barnes

126 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #04-1386; ISBN 1-4120-3558-9; US$16.04, C$18.45, EUR13.18, £9.22

A must read for those who grew up in the fifties and sixties; a story of loyal friendships and a dark secret that changed lives forever.

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About the Book

The corner drugstore in a sleepy South Carolina town during the carefree days of the fifties and early sixties was a happy place for childhood friends Lizzy, Sara, Margaret and Leslie Ann. It was a safe place to grow up, make plans and share dreams. That is, until the summer of 1964 following their high school graduation, when the girls were forced to share a dark secret that would change their lives forever; a secret that has kept them apart for twenty-five years.

Circumstances have brought the friends together again; a reunion none of them desire and in fact, fear.

This is a story about childhood friendships, mother-daughter relationships, mistakes made and their consequences, guilt, and finally redemption.

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About the Author

Corner Drug Store is Brenda Barnes' first novel. "My writing experience consists of journals I have written for my children and grandchildren. I do have a God-given gift for knowing and understanding people. I enjoyed creating these girls, the situations they find themselves in, and helping them find their answers."

Brenda Barnes lives in the South Carolina low country with her husband, David and is the proud mother of three grown children and two precious grandsons.

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I am brought back to the present as I pass the old Huntsville Hotel and City Market. I don't want to look at Carter's Drugstore on the corner, afraid of my thoughts I guess. As fate would have it, the town's only stop light turned red. Against my will, my head slowly turned to the right. Like many of the other Main Street stores, Carter's is closed; but someone has made a museum of sorts, a scene out of the fifties. I can see the fountain where Doc Carter, the friendly pharmacist, would make us ice cream floats, orangeades and fountain cokes, mine always with carbonated water. I also see the ice cream tables where we sat and read comic books and movie star magazines from the shelves. This is where my three best friends and I would meet almost every day. It was an innocent and safe way to spend our time, share our ideas, make our plans, and plot. And plot we did, mostly about boys and how we would "accidentally" run into them. Occasionally we would get serious and talk about important issues life if we would go all the way, and if we did and got pregnant, would we raise the baby or give it up for adoption. Abortion never came in to the conversation. It was illegal in those days, and dangerous. We all agreed we wouldn't do anything to get pregnant in the first place. But mostly we would come up with elaborate plans of how we could get someone we were interested in to ask us out for a date. We had an endless supply of ideas. We could get very creative. We didn't realize all this practice was preparing us for the biggest plot of all, a dangerous and serious plan we were never able to mention to one another again; a plot and it's consequences that changed all our lives forever.

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