January 18, 2005

Okay, after five years and except for the first few paragraphs of each chapter, I'm taking Dead Ginny off the net. I got out of it everything I wanted to get out of it. If you want to get a copy of the final, way better book which is now called Ginny Good, like one that has a pretty cover on it that you can sit down in front of a fire in the fireplace or take to the beach or with you in the car or on a bus or a plane or a train and read like a normal human being, click this:

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If you want to read a bunch of reviews, click this:

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Or this:

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/ggrev.html

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Thanks.

Gerard Jones
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Chapter Twenty-one
Cole Street

By the spring of 1969, I had recuperated up in Oregon long enough to be ready for another go at San Francisco. I got a job at the phone company on New Montgomery Street. That was where I met Melanie. She'd had a kid when she was fifteen. A daughter. Wendy. Wendy had just turned four. Melanie and Wendy were living out in the Mission with a freckle-faced bricklayer named Dick. Wendy's real father was long gone. So were a bunch of other guys by then. Melanie and I were alone in one of the elevators. She had on a shiny green blouse, a short tight red skirt and a pair of pretty red and green earrings.

"You look like a Christmas present," I said.

She smiled.


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