Chapter 8 excerpt

A year after my reunion, As I look out the window passing Anderson’s Pea Soup in Santa Nella, California, I think about turning back and heading south on I-5. I could just forget this crazy idea and pretend it never happened. I could even go into Anderson’s and get that tuna melt I love so much, with fries and a chocolate--no Neopolitan shake, too. A woman named Flo would probably call me “sweetheart” and offer me extra ice cream from the silver cup. I’d drink it because it’s a gift and besides my mother never breastfed me, so milkshakes are making up for lost time.