Jodi Picoult - Sing You Home

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Every life has a soundtrack. All you have to do is listen.
Music has set the tone for most of Zoe Baxter's life. There's the melody that reminds her of the summer she spent rubbing baby oil on her stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. A dance beat that makes her think of using a fake ID to slip into a nightclub. A dirge that marked the years she spent trying to get pregnant.
For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.
In the aftermath of a series of personal tragedies, Zoe throws herself into her career as a music therapist. When an unexpected friendship slowly blossoms into love, she makes plans for a new life, but to her shock and inevitable rage, some people – even those she loves and trusts most – don't want that to happen.
Sing You Home is about identity, love, marriage, and parenthood. It's about people wanting to do the right thing for the greater good, even as they work to fulfill their own personal desires and dreams. And it's about what happens when the outside world brutally calls into question the very thing closest to our hearts: family.

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While we’re actually standing right behind the morons.

I think I have more respect for Angela at that moment than I ever had before.

“Go get a granola bar or something in the snack room,” she advises. “That way you’ll be outta sight, outta mind while Preston’s coming into court, and the reporters won’t come after you.” Because I’m still sequestered-at least for the first few minutes of today’s court session-this makes sense. I watch her safely tuck Zoe inside the courtroom and then slip down the hallway unnoticed while the rest of the counsel arrives.

I eat a pack of Nutter Butters, but they make me queasy. The truth is, I’m not good when it comes to public speaking. It’s why I’m a school counselor and not up in front of a classroom. The fact that Zoe can sit on a stool and sing her heart to shreds in front of an audience leaves me in awe.

Then again, watching Zoe load the dishwasher pretty much takes my breath away, too.

“You can do this,” I say under my breath, and by the time I come back to the double doors of the courtroom, a bailiff is waiting to bring me inside.

I do the whole rigmarole-the swearing on the Bible, the name and age and address. Angela walks toward me, looking much more poised and intense than she does when she’s not in front of a judge. To my surprise, she drops her pad of notes about a foot in front of me. “You know how Wade Preston sleeps?” she whispers quickly. “He lies on one side and then he lies on the other.” When she sees me smother a laugh, she winks, and I realize she didn’t fumble that pad at all.

“Where do you live, Ms. Shaw?”

“In Wilmington.”

“Are you presently employed?” Angela asks.

“I work as a school counselor at Wilmington High School.”

“What does that entail?”

“Counseling students in grades nine through twelve. I make sure they’re academically on track, I see if there are problems at home, keep an eye out for depression or substance abuse, and I help guide kids through the college application process.”

“Are you married?”

“Yes,” I say, smiling. “To Zoe Baxter.”

“Do you have any children?”

“Not yet, but I hope that will be the outcome of this litigation. Our intent is to have me gestate to term the embryos that are biologically Zoe’s.”

“Have you had any experience with small children?”

“To a limited degree,” I say. “I’ve taken care of our neighbor’s kids for a weekend here and there. But from what I hear from friends, parenthood is trial by fire no matter how many books you’ve read by Dr. Brazelton.”

“How would you and Zoe be able to support this child financially?”

“We both work, and we’d both continue to work. Luckily our schedules allow for flexibility. We plan to raise the children equally, and Zoe’s mother lives ten minutes away and is delighted at the thought of helping us out.”

“What, if any, is your relationship to Max Baxter?”

I think of the argument Zoe and I had last night. My relationship to this man is that, forever, we will be linked together through her. That there will be parts of her heart she’s already given to someone else.

“He’s my spouse’s ex-husband,” I say evenly. “He’s biologically related to the embryos. I don’t really know him; I only know what Zoe’s told me about him.”

“Are you willing to allow him to have contact with any child that might result?”

“If he wants to.”

Angela faces me directly. “Vanessa,” she says, “is there anything that prevents you from being considered a fit and proper person to have custody of a child?”

“Absolutely not,” I reply.

“Your witness,” Angela says, turning toward Wade Preston.

Today he is wearing an outfit that shouldn’t work-and believe me, if I’m making a fashion commentary, it must be truly hideous. His shirt is checkered, purple and white. His tie is striped, lilac and black. His black suit jacket is flecked with bits of gray and silver and purple. And yet what should look like a nasty eighties anachronism somehow looks, with his spray-on tan and his bling, like a GQ spread. “Ms. Shaw,” he begins. I actually look down to see if he’s left a trail of oil as he comes closer. “Does your employer know you’re a lesbian?”

I square my shoulders. If he wants to play hard, I’m ready.

After all-I’m wearing my lipstick.

“It’s nothing I’ve volunteered. Teachers don’t normally sit around the break room talking about their sex lives. But it’s nothing I hide, either.”

“Don’t you think parents have a right to know what sort of guidance their children are getting?” He absolutely sneers the word guidance.

“They don’t seem to be complaining.”

“Do you ever talk about sex with these teens?”

“If they bring it up. Some kids come to me because of relationship problems. Some of them have even disclosed to me that they might be gay.”

“So you’re recruiting these innocent teenagers to your lifestyle?” Preston says.

“Not at all. But I am offering them a safe place where they can talk when other people”-I pause for effect-“are not being particularly tolerant.”

“Ms. Shaw, you testified on direct examination that you believe you’re a fit and proper parent for a child, is that right?”

“Yes,” I say.

“You’re saying there’s nothing about you that suggests, for example, an inability to cope?”

“I don’t believe so…”

“I’d like to remind you that you’re under oath,” the lawyer says.

What the hell is he getting at?

“Isn’t it a fact that you were hospitalized for a week in 2003 in the Blackstone Hospital psychiatric ward?”

I go very still. “A relationship had ended. I voluntarily checked myself in for a week to deal with the stress. I was put on medication and have not had another episode like that.”

“So you had a nervous breakdown.”

I lick my lips and taste the wax of the cosmetics. “That’s an exaggeration. I was diagnosed with exhaustion.”

“Really? That’s all?”

I lift my chin. “Yes.”

“So it’s your testimony that you did not try to kill yourself?”

Zoe’s hand is pressed to her mouth. Hypocrite, she must be thinking, after last night.

Turning to Wade Preston, I meet his gaze. “Absolutely not.”

He holds out his hand, and Ben Benjamin leaps up from the plaintiff’s table to give him a file. “I’d like to have these marked for identification only,” Preston says, handing them to the clerk for a stamp and then giving a copy to Angela and another to me.

They are my medical records from Blackstone.

“Objection,” Angela says. “I’ve never seen this evidence before. I don’t even know how Mr. Preston could have legally obtained them, since they’re protected by HIPAA-”

“Ms. Moretti is welcome to follow along with her own copy,” Preston says.

“Your Honor, under our confidentiality statute, I should have received three weeks notice of this prior to the records being subpoenaed. Ms. Shaw is not even a party to this action. There’s no way these records should be admissible in this courtroom.”

“I’m not entering these records as evidence,” Preston says. “I’m just using them to impeach the witness who has testified falsely under oath. Since we are talking about a potential custodial parent, I think it’s critical to know this woman is not just a lesbian-she’s also a liar.”

“Objection!” Angela roars.

“If Ms. Moretti needs a brief recess to review the records, we’re perfectly willing to give her a few minutes-”

“I don’t need a recess, you windbag. I have no question in my mind that not only are these records irrelevant but that Mr. Preston obtained them through an illegal missive. He comes into this courtroom with unclean hands. I don’t know what they do in Louisiana, but here in Rhode Island we have laws to protect our citizens, and Ms. Shaw’s rights are being violated at this very moment.”

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