Judith Whitman has never forgotten about her first love, Willy Blunt. Despite not seeing him for the past twenty seven years and being somewhat happily married to Malcolm Whitman, she still often thinks of Willy and those few years she lived in Rufas Sage, Nebraska.
Judith's thoughts of Willy go into overdrive when her husband replaces her daughter's bedroom set (the bedroom set she was given when she first visited her father after he moved to Nebraska) with a new canopy set for her sixteenth birthday. Seeing the antique set sitting in pieces in the driveway reminds Judith of when she first met Willy back the summer she was fifteen. Suddenly Judith is renting a storage unit for the bedroom set and making it look like her old bedroom, she's hiring private investigators to find Willy Blunt and then she's running off to Rufas Sage when she gets the return call she's been waiting for.
Can you go back to your first love and find the happiness that seems to elude you?
Alternating between the present day and the past (for the first two parts) we get an understanding of how Judith was raised and why she made the decisions she made when she was eighteen. And how those decisions at eighteen affected so many lives.
This was an interesting read that has you wondering, can you go back and get a redo with that first love, and if you do will you end up in a better place than Judith.
Judith Whitman always believed in the kind of love that "picks you up in Akron and sets you down in Rio." Long ago, she once experienced that love. Willy Blunt was a carpenter with a dry wit and a steadfast sense of honor. Marrying him seemed like a natural thing to promise. But Willy Blunt was not a person you could pick up in Nebraska and transport to Stanford. When Judith left home, she didn't look back.
Twenty years later, Judith's marriage is hazy with secrets. In her hand is what may be the phone number for the man who believed she meant it when she said she loved him. If she called, what would he say?
TO BE SUNG UNDERWATER is the epic love story of a woman trying to remember, and the man who could not even begin to forget.