Chapter 2: Lost letter.
To try and figure
out what I should do, lately I've been having imaginary conversations
with my father, probably as a result of missing him. I chanced to call
a friend of his--a former employee living in Honolulu.
He told me my father had left a letter to be given me upon his death.
When my father's friend read the memorial last month, he immediately mailed
it to my Beach Street address in San
Francisco. He was unaware I had left Beach Street for a dreamy studio
overlooking the Bay on Macondray, one of San Francisco's most famous flower-filled
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