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The Fourth Sister
The Fourth Sister
The Fourth Sister
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The Fourth Sister

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Laura Scott's second collection, The Fourth Sister, is a book of unusual love poems. It features an assorted cast: lovers and sisters, but also parents and children, the living and the dead, birds and trees, painters, playwrights and their characters, a godfather who married the wrong man and a godmother who was surely a spy. The book's energy flows out into other lives, discovering vital connections and the gaps between them. Scott writes as a poet in Wordsworth's sense: 'an upholder and preserver, carrying everywhere relationship and love.'
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Release dateApr 27, 2023
ISBN9781800173064
The Fourth Sister
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Laura Scott

Laura Scott is honored to write for the Love Inspired Suspense line, where a reader can find a heartwarming journey of faith amid the thrilling danger. She lives with her husband of twenty-five years and has two children, a daughter and a son, who are both in college. She works as a critical-care nurse during the day at a large level-one trauma center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and spends her spare time writing romance. Visit Laura at www.laurascottbooks.com.

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    The Fourth Sister - Laura Scott

    Contents

    Title Page

    Dedication

    Short Story

    The Sounds

    Still Life

    Jules et Jim

    Cover Photo

    To Be One of Them

    Joy

    Email

    Murmur

    The Bored Cowboy

    These Days

    For the Girl under the Tree

    The Boring King

    What I Should Have Said at My Father’s Funeral

    Last Words

    What the Trees Do

    The First Sister

    Time on their Hands

    The Fourth Sister

    In the Doorway

    The Wrong Man

    Dark Arts

    Pinturas Negras

    In Naples

    A Song for My Mother

    Poor Sea

    Natasha and Her Mother

    Rain and Sea

    The Mother and the Son

    In Pandora’s Box

    Restaurant Window

    The Line

    The Photographer’s Daughters

    Sad Tales Befit My Woe

    Lost Children Are Never Found (Continued)

    When Death Got Bored in the Hospital

    The Therapist

    Why Are You Silent?

    Cheekbones

    Your Eyes

    Hare

    Muse

    La Scaletta

    Rain

    Thinking of Tony Hoagland

    These Lines

    Acknowledgements

    About the Author

    Also by Laura Scott from Carcanet

    Copyright

    For Peter

    THE FOURTH SISTER

    11

    Short Story

    There’s a story about Chekhov I love and I’m not sure why,

    how the night before he left for Sakhalin he was terrified

    of being saddled with a bore for a travelling companion

    and because the journey was long, really long, three whole months long,

    all the way East as far as you could go across Russia’s great girth,

    he had to do something, but what? Lacking whatever that trait is,

    the one that would have allowed him to just say no, he put out a story

    instead, or rather urged a friend to unleash it discreetly,

    and apparently reluctantly, into the right circles, to let it be known

    that although everyone covered up for him, the famous writer

    was in fact a drunk and a swindler, a nihilist actually, and, to crown it all

    in a final audacious swap, a bore, and if the truth were known,

    nobody in their right mind would want to sit next to him. And the story

    was so perfect, so balanced between telling and withholding, it worked.

    12

    The Sounds

    I wanted something else

                       Chekhov

    You swept the stage, brushed away the old sounds

    as if they were dust so your people could come and sit

    and talk long into the night, so long and so late they were too tired

    to climb the stairs to bed, so they just sat

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