After Ted died I could no longer afford the rent in San Francisco so I moved to Sacramento because my daughter lived there.  I found a good retirement community.  I keep to myself while writing a novel that I had been working on for thirty years.  But now I know how to contrive a delightfully happy ending.  I was deeply involved with producing it before I would die.

I described my aversion to getting involved with any of the men living in this retirement community.  Against my will, I became aware of a man living there, because he had such a melodious voice. But after my long satisfying life with Ted I didn’t want to become involved with anyone else.

Nevertheless, my whole life was about to turn into something startling when I was forced to rethink every single thing I know about life, sex and death.  I described it in my book, Sex In The Eighties, especially about becoming aware of something beyond humanity.

He transformed me, and just like the plots of old fashioned Regency novels, in the beginning I was irritated by his voice but I couldn’t help being aware of him.  He was told by the other people at his table that I was in another relationship with a man at my table.

Finally he offered his arm to me going into the dining room.  And I took it without thinking that it would change my whole life.