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My parents in 1954 in Pomona, California. My mother loved to visit her girlhood friends who lived there. My next book is a fictionalized account of a trip she made to California as a young woman and what transpired. It will be suspense. The question is how "dark" to make it. California in those days just screams for noir. Dunno if I can write noir.

My father always stood a certain way when he faced the camera. I would recognize his body posture anywhere. It would have been great to have known my parents as people, not just parents. Alas, I don't think it's possible.
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