The Last Girlfriend
2020
Excerpt:
Chapter 1 — On the Way to Napa
The limo was waiting for me at the San Francisco airport, just like his mother promised when she begged me over several email exchanges to attend the memorial service. “Afterall” she had pleaded, “this may well be the last time we ever see each other.” That single line is what got me mobilized to buy an airplane ticket. I was also assured that when I arrived a family friend/chauffer would be there to greet me with a sign bearing my name, and drive me straight to her house in Napa, about 1-1/2 hours north of the city. Free of charge. How could I refuse?