CHAPTER 61
Hester could only stay for another twenty minutes or so after she shared the first two chapters of her new book and signed a copy for me. When she gave me her email address and said we should keep in touch, I got the sense she was being perfectly genuine.
I can’t tell you how many times I stared at that email address, came up with the dozens of questions I should have asked her when we were face to face. Questions about her books, about her source material, about her life. Sometimes I even tried to muster up the courage to ask for writing advice, but that would be like the author of d**k and Jane asking Pushkin for a tip or two on fine literature.
We reconnected during her grandfather’s last few days. Several of the relatives came over. The house was full of Reginald’s soon-t
