AFTER THE MOVIE, THEY went to eat at their favorite Chinese place, Sam Wo, where they always ordered the fit-for-the-gods raw fish salad. They had walked through the main thoroughfare of Chinatown admiring the tearooms, temples, Chinese schools, theaters and grocery stores lining each side, then had gone upstairs to the long-established restaurant and stuffed themselves.
When they finished dinner, they skipped dancing at Lil’s request. She wasn’t used to wearing heels and her feet were killing her. Instead of going straight home though, on a spur-of-the-moment decision, Trevor drove over to Twin Peaks, where they now stood silently in each other’s arms, mesmerized by the view of downtown San Francisco and the East Bay.
Standing at the hilltop, watching the fog swirl through the Golden Ga
