Chapter One
“Sunny, my God, you’re flushed. What happened?” I remark, as my assistant rushes in the door, looking disheveled, self-conscious and confused.
“Nothing, Shelly, nothing.” She continues her flustered movement around my desk, gathering files, sorting through documents, looking harried and nervous. We’re in the process of producing a documentary on city life seen through the eyes of the twenty-something generation. Street life, clubs, kink joints, drugs, concerts, poetry jams, dance, art, and s****l habits are all familiar to my twenty-something assistant. They should be familiar to me too, but then my life was interrupted, and I’m only finally catching on.
I watch the girl move around me erratically. “You’re lying,” I say evenly, my voice taking on the appropriate authority
