Art imitates life. Or something like that.

I had a serious case of deja vu when Holly, my hairdresser, was snipping my split ends last week. She’d just gotten back from Nowhere, Ohio with her boyfriend and started telling me about their trip.

It turns out that Jason’s grandfather, at age 83, didn’t want to drive his big Ford Econoline van anymore. He bought himself a little car and offered the van to his grandson as a gift. The van had amenities like AC and a working transmission, which apparently Jason’s existing vehicle didn’t, so Holly and Jason flew out to Nowhere (which might be a suburb of Dayton) to see his family, pick up the van and drive it back to the coast.

Well. Jason’s entire family lives in Nowhere, apparently all on the same street so they are in each others’ faces pretty much 24/7. And they are all bullshit at Grandpa. A little car wasn’t the only thing he bought recently.

::melodramatic music::

Grandpa just bought an engagement ring for Stella.

Who is Stella?

Stella had been Jason’s grandmother’s caregiver during a long illness. Then Grandma died. And now Stella is Grandpa’s fiancee.

Stella is 35. Stella doesn’t know how to drive. Stella doesn’t know how to cook. Holly said mealtimes in Nowhere were pretty tense, because there was Jason’s mom, cooking dinner for her own father and some brazen hussy his fiancee.

Deja huh? If you haven’t read Just Desserts: Greed. Lust. Death. Tiramisu. yet, you can read chapters one and two here, or by clicking on the JUST DESSERTS EXCERPT tab at the top of the page.

You’ll see what I mean.


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