# Read the first page of The Accident by Linwood Barclay Read the opening of The Accident by Linwood Barclay free, no signup. A widower unravels his wife's impossible DUI death. - Page: https://uncovered.ink/read/the-accident-linwood-barclay - Genre: Domestic thrillers - Year: 2011 - ISBN: 9780553591767 - Read it blind (cover and title hidden): https://uncovered.ink/?b=9780553807189&s=read-page - Buy: https://bookshop.org/a/125786/9780553591767 - Borrow: https://search.worldcat.org/search?q=9780553591767 ## The opening Their names were Edna Bauder and Pam Steigerwald, and they were grade school teachers from Butler, Pennsylvania, and they had never been to New York before in their entire lives. New York was hardly the other side of the planet, but when you lived in Butler, almost everything seemed that way. As Pam's fortieth birthday approached, her friend Edna said you're going to have a birthday weekend you are never, ever going to forget, and on that count she turned out to be absolutely right. Their husbands were delighted when they heard this was a "girls only" weekend. When they learned it was going to be two full days of shopping, a Broadway show, and going on the Sex and the City tour, they said they would rather stay home and blow their brains out. So they put their wives on the bus and said have fun and try not to get too drunk because there’s a lot of muggers in New York, everybody knows that, and you have to keep your wits about you. They found a hotel near Fiftieth and Third that was, at least by New York standards, reasonable, although it still seemed like a lot considering all they were going to do was sleep there. They’d vowed to save money by not taking cabs, but the maps of the subway system looked like a schematic for the space shuttle, so they decided, what the hell. They went to Bloomingdale’s and Macy’s and a huge shoe outlet in Union Square that would have held every store in Butler and still had room left over for the post office. “I want my ashes scattered through this place when I die,” Edna said, trying on a pair of sandals. They tried to get to the top of the Empire State Building, but the line to get in was huge, and when you had only forty-eight hours in the Big Apple you didn’t want to spend three of them waiting in line, so they bailed. Pam wanted to eat lunch at that deli, the one from that movie where Meg Ryan had the fake orgasm. Their table was right next to the one they used in the movie—there was even a sign hanging over it to mark the spot—but when they got back to Butler they’d tell everyone they got the actual table. Edna ordered a pastrami sandwich with a knish, even though she had no idea what a knish was. Pam said, “I’ll have what she’s having!” and the two of them went into fits of hysterics when the waitress rolled her eyes. While having coffee afterward, Edna said, almost out of nowhere, “I think Phil’s been seeing that waitress at Denny’s.” And then she burst into tears, and Pam asked why she suspected such a thing, that she thought Edna’s husband, Phil, was a good guy who’d never cheat, and Edna said she didn’t think he was actually sleeping with her or anything, but he went there for coffee every single day, so that had to mean something. And the thing was, he hardly ever touched her anymore. “Come on,” Pam said. “We’re all busy; we got kids, Phil’s working two jobs, who’s got the energy?” “Maybe you’re right,” Edna said. Pam said, “You need to get your mind off that nonsense. You brought me here to have fun.” She opened her New York Fodor’s tourist guidebook to the spot where she’d put a sticky note and said, “You need more retail therapy: We’re going to Canal Street.” Edna had no idea what that was. Pam said you could buy purses—designer purses, or at least purses that looked just like designer purses—for next to nothing down there. You have to ask around for the best deals, she said. She’d read in a magazine somewhere that sometimes the best stuff, it’s not even out where the people can see it. You have to go into a back room or something. “You’re talkin’ my language, honey,” Edna said. ## Books with a similar feel - [The End of Her by Shari Lapena](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-end-of-her-shari-lapena.md) - [The Third Wife by Lisa Jewell](https://uncovered.ink/read/the-third-wife-lisa-jewell.md) - [Just the Nicest Couple by Mary Kubica](https://uncovered.ink/read/just-the-nicest-couple-mary-kubica.md) - [You'll Be Sorry by Lisa Gardner](https://uncovered.ink/read/youll-be-sorry-lisa-gardner.md) - [My Darkest Prayer by S. A. Cosby](https://uncovered.ink/read/my-darkest-prayer-s-a-cosby.md) - [All the Beautiful Lies by Peter Swanson](https://uncovered.ink/read/all-the-beautiful-lies-peter-swanson.md) --- Source: Uncovered (https://uncovered.ink). A short sample shown for reading and discovery. Rights holders can request removal at https://uncovered.ink/takedown.