Jodi Picoult · Mercy
My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult The Pact by Jodi .. The "mercy" plot did not surface until almost the end of the book. .. for his love of his dying wife, and also between Cam and his wife Allie's relationship. Jodi Picoult confronts these powerful issues in Mercy, which follows the path of two town into upheaval and drives a wedge into a contented marriage: Cameron, love with his wife that he'd grant all her wishes, even her wish to end her life. Mercy Summary & Study Guide includes detailed chapter summaries and analysis, quotes, character descriptions, Mercy by Jodi Picoult Leaving Time.
He wore the scratches like a brand. But he had held the pillow to her face; calmed her by whispering in her ear. At the words, her arms had fallen away; then it was over. He had buried his face in her shirt, and started himself the very slow process of dying.
If he got it just right — thrum silence station, afternoon light dancing over corner scarred desk could make himself believe. Cam shook his head, as much to clear it as to convince Hannah. Hannah was right… there was something wrong with him. He was suffering from wanderlust, complicated by the tension of knowing that he was rooted to this town by something as simple as his name. Wheelock looked like other small western Massachusetts towns: But what made different from Hancock Dalton Williamstown was fact that had it not been twist fate, nearly every family in would still be living Scotland.
In the s, the Clan MacDonald was the largest and most powerful clan in Scotland, spread from the western isles through the main Highlands. One particular sect of the clan lived in Carrymuir, a small town north of Glencoe which was nestled between two jagged crags of mountains. In spite of the rampant clan warfare in Scotland, Carrymuir had never been defeated, built as it was in a natural, easily defended fortress.
Clann was the Scottish Gaelic word for children, and a clan was made up of relatives, some more distant than others, who happened to live on a given piece of land.
Cameron MacDonald of Wheelock, Massachusetts, had been named for his great— great— great— great— great— grandfather, a legendary soldier who had fought in the battle of Culloden, where the English routed the Highlanders.
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Cameron had heard the story over and over as a boy: He secured their honorable discharges by promising, in exchange, his own remarkable skill in a fight to the death against the British. And after Culloden, when the victorious English came through Scotland burning towns and slaughtering livestock and raping village women, the first Cameron MacDonald realized he had to again save his clan. So while he went to jail as a Jacobite prisoner, he arranged for the families of Carrymuir to leave, one by one, on packets bound for the American colonies.
Which explained why, when most Scots were being hanged or sold as indentured servants to the West Indies, this small sect of Clan MacDonald remained intact and resettled in the wilderness of Massachusetts.
They found a spot that looked like home, with a brace of rolling mountains and a narrow body of water that was more of a pond than a lake, and sent word back to Scotland about this place. Wee loch, they wrote. And eventually, the laird and his family came over too, leaving a trusted uncle to watch over the land in Scotland. They traded the comfortable kilt for trousers; they proudly flew the Stars and Stripes; they accepted the Americanized name of the town. Inthat position belonged to Cameron MacDonald II, having been handed down from his great— grandfather to his grandfather to his father, passing along the same line of succession as the honorary title of clan chief.
Obviously, although he was considered the chief of a clan and duly noted in the Scottish records, he was no longer directly responsible for the welfare of the townspeople. At least three— quarters of the town had never even seen the lands in Scotland that technically belonged to them. Hardly anyone spoke with a burr; fewer still knew more than a smattering of Gaelic.
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There was no tarnished silver bowl or royal edit that proved Wheelock was MacDonald land, but it was theirs just the same, in the way that their ancestors had laid claim to that narrow pass in the Scottish Highlands.
At age thirty— five, Cameron MacDonald knew he would stay in Wheelock for the rest of his life; that he would be the police chief until he died and passed the office to his firstborn son. He knew these were things he did not have a choice about, no more than he had a choice about tossing off the choking obligation of being the current lair. Sometimes in the very still parts of the night, he would tell himself that an honorary title did not mean today what it meant two hundred and fifty years ago.
That honor belonged to Verona MacBean, with cotton— candy puff of hair and Cover mascara pink mohair sweater molded like skin what boys referred as Hoosac Ridge. There was something disconcerting about seeing her classmate dressed in a severe beige suit, her hair scraped into a knot at the back of her head, her cheeks flat beneath a sheer layer of foundation.
Then she stared her full in the face. Allie had walked to the back room of the flower shop, where she kept her foam and moss and desiccants, her raffia and wire. She stood in front of the tiny mirror over the bathroom sink, assessing her complexion. Then, rummaging through a bookshelf, she found her high school yearbook — kept solely for putting together names and faces that walked into the shop.
It was much easier to believe that she, Allie, had grown older and wiser, while Verona MacBean, in glossy black and white, was trapped in time. It did not matter that Verona had gone on to Harvard and then to Yale, that her first book — philosophy — was the talk of the town. It only mattered that in the long run, Allie Gordon had married Cameron MacDonald, which no one in Wheelock would have guessed on a long shot.
They were both undeniably beautiful, Verona in a collectible doll sort of way, and Cam towering over nearly everyone else in the school, his wide, strong shoulders and bright shock of hair always easy to spot. Allie fell in love with his hair first. He came in every day during the period she worked at the counter checking out books for the grateful, understaffed librarian. The truth was that Cameron MacDonald did not know Allie Gordon existed for most of the time they had lived in the same town.
She was far too quiet, too plain to ever attract his attention. There was only one incident in high school when Cam had ever truly come in contact with her: Allie had trouble convincing herself that the reason they had gotten married years later did not have to do with the fact that after college, they were two of the few who had come back to Wheelock. Cam had returned because it was expected of him; Allie because there was nowhere else she really wanted to be.
She saw that he was in, not out on patrol, and decided now was as good a time as any to bring him his arrangement and tell him about Verona. She crawled down from the ledge, rubbing her hands against her knees to warm them up, and closed the sliding glass door of the cooler. Absently, she ran her fingers over the sweet chestnut and barberry foliage that made up the greens in the piece she would bring over to Cam.
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Allie knew the language of flowers — the idea that every bloom stands for some quality of human nature. Bouquets sent from the shop for the arrival of a baby were stuffed with daises, for innocence, and moss, for maternal love.
To Cam, she often sent designs that were full of messages she knew he could not understand. She eyed her latest work critically, nodding over the tulips which made up the bulk of the piece.
In Persia, a man would give a tulip to his betrothed to show that as red as the flower was, he was on fire with love; as black as its center, his heart was smoldering like a coal.
She filled out the vase with Michaelmas daises, China asters, and fire thorn. Clover, which simply meant, Think of me. When she walked out the door to take the flowers to Cam, she did not bother to lock it. Very few people would try to rob the wife of the Wheelock police chief. She gave a quick knock and pushed the door open with her shoulder before Cam could tell her to come in. Cam sends Jamie's wife to the funeral home where the local coroner works while he interviews Jamie.
Jamie freely gives a confession, telling Cam how he held a pillow over his wife's face until she stopped breathing.
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Jamie says he did this, because his wife asked him to. Jamie's wife, Maggie, was suffering from an incurable cancer and was in a great deal of pain. Cam does not want to charge Jamie, but because Jamie has scratches on his face and hands, he cannot be completely convinced that Maggie was a willing participant in her own death. Cam charges Jamie with murder, but then hires a local attorney anonymously to defend Jamie.
Allie, Cam's wife, is fascinated with Jamie and Maggie's story and the idea that Jamie could do such a powerful thing in the name of love. Allie goes to visit Jamie and insinuates herself in his life. Allie has hired Mia Townsend to work in her flower shop.
Mia is new to town, but when Cam looks at her, he feels as though he has known her his entire life. The more time Cam spends with Mia, the stronger this feeling becomes. When Cam comes home early from work one afternoon and finds Mia snooping in his bedroom, he cannot help the feelings that overwhelm him.
Guilt overwhelms him soon after, and he resolves himself to staying faithful to his wife. This resolve goes flying out the window, however, when Allie makes Jamie's case her only focus.
When Allie leaves town to help gather character witnesses for Jamie's trial, Cam begins an affair with Mia. At first, the affair is passionate and dangerous, adding an excitement to Cam's life that has been missing since he was forced to return home by his father's death.
However, when Mia confesses her love for Cam, the affair becomes too serious. Cam ends the affair. A few days later, Mia leaves town without leaving a forwarding address.
Cam cannot stop thinking about Mia. Cam begins to regret ending the affair and decides to search for Mia. Cam hires a private detective to search for her. Within a few days, Cam finds Mia in a nearby town and convinces her to return.
Cam and Mia begin to see each other on a weekly basis. Cam lies to Allie often, but she is so involved in the preparation for Jamie's trial she does not see through Cam's stories. At Christmas, Cam arranges a weekend getaway for him and Mia.