Good Things I Wish You
A Novel
Chapter One
My first date in nineteen years was nearly an hour late. The hostess had brought me two messages, each one saying he was only minutes away, but he was coming from Lauderdale, and even without traffic, that’s a long haul to West Palm, where we were meeting in an open-air-restaurant. Small tables. Wicker chairs. Below, in a courtyard planted with coconut palms, colorful jets of water rose and fell like expectations. I took another roll from the bread basket, ordered a glass of wine. The dating service, one which demanded lots of money to keep everything off the Internet, had assured me that Hart was "handsome, honest, and caring." Once a week, twice a week, a young woman named America called with yet another recommendation, and all of her recommendations were men who were "handsome, honest, and caring."
"He's an entrepreneur," America had added this time.
"That can mean anything."
"He's forty-seven years old. He has a ten-year-old daughter."
I could tell she was reading from her screen. In the background, other girls just like he ... read full excerpt from: Good Things I Wish You ebook
