Sam's Letters to Jennifer
Chapter One
SAM AND I are sitting on a mostly deserted beach on Lake Michigan a
little north of the Drake Hotel in Chicago. The Drake is filled with
treasured memories for both of us, and we had dinner at our favorite
table there earlier. I need to be with Sam tonight, because it's one
year since, well, everything happened that shouldn't have
happened-it's one year since Danny died.
"This is the spot where I met Danny, Sam. In May, six years ago," I
say.
Sam is a good listener who holds eye contact beautifully and is
almost always interested in what I have to say, even when I'm being
a bore, like now. We've been best friends since I was two, maybe
even before that. Just about everybody calls us "the cutest couple,"
which is a little too saccharine for both of our tastes. But it
happens to be true.
"Sam, it was freezing that night Danny and I met, and I had a
terrible cold. To make it worse, I had been locked out of our
apartment by my old boyfriend Chris, that awful beast."
"That despicable brute, that creep," Sam contributes. "I never liked
Chris. Can you tell?"
"So this nice guy, Danny, comes joggin ... read full excerpt from Sam's Letters to Jennifer ebook
