The Baker's Daughter

Chapter Twenty-eight

3168 FRANKLIN RIDGE DRIVE

EL PASO, TEXAS

—–Original Message—–

From: Leigh.goldman@sanfranmonthly.com

Sent: January 3, 2008 8:52 AM

To: reba.adams@hotmail.com

Subject: San Francisco Monthly—Editor position

Dear Ms. Adams:

The publisher and I have reviewed your résumé and publication samples. We were particularly impressed with your recent story entitled “Wartime Christmas Carols.” Our current Local Scene editor is moving to New York City in February, leaving an editorial position to be filled. Therefore, we would like to offer the position and schedule a phone interview with you for next week. Should you join our publication staff, I’d be happy to help you make an easy and quick transition to the San Francisco Bay Area. Please feel free to contact me by e-mail or phone as soon as possible. I look forward to hearing from you.

Best regards,

Leigh Goldman

Editor in Chief

San Francisco Monthly

122 Vallejo Street

San Francisco, CA 94111

—–Original Message—–

From: reba.adams@hotmail.com

Sent: January 3, 2008 7:08 P.M.

To: deedee.adams@gmail.com

Subject: FW: San Francisco Monthly—Editor position

Deedee,

See the forward below. Today, I heard from Leigh Goldman. Note: The Leigh Goldman of the award-winning San Francisco Monthly. Yes, I know, I nearly passed out when I opened the e-mail. They want me, Deedee. Can you believe it? San Francisco, California!

Remember when we were little and would play Daddy’s old 45 records, dress up in Momma’s long silk nightgowns, and sing, “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)”? It always made him so happy. I’m humming it now.

I feel really good about this, D. It’s the opportunity I’ve been waiting for since I left home. I can’t pass it up.

I still haven’t heard from Riki. It’s been so long now and with this offer on the table, I’m not sure what I’d say even if I called him: “Hi, I’m leaving.” I miss him, but I’m taking this job as a sign. I’ve got to move forward.

Love you, Reba

—–Original Message—–

From: deedee.adams@gmail.com

Sent: January 4, 2008 11:11 A.M.

To: reba.adams@hotmail.com

Subject: FW: San Francisco Monthly—Editor position

Congratulations, Reba! This is the best news I’ve heard in months. Send me the contract before you sign anything. I’ll take a gander.

I laughed out loud remembering our musical exhibitions. What a riot. It was a surefire way to make Daddy smile. Be happy, Reba. Promise me you’ll let yourself. I’m thrilled for you. I can’t wait to tell Momma. She’ll be so proud.

Speaking of Momma: I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I believe we should talk to her about what you found in Daddy’s medical records and about his death. We need to discuss everything as a family. It’s been over a decade since he died. Things have changed. We’re not little girls anymore. The past can’t hurt us. Daddy’s wolf is nothing but a sad old hound dog that’s lost all his teeth. Momma misses you. I do too. Think about coming home soon for a visit.

I’m glad to hear you’re moving on, but make sure that what you think is forward isn’t propelled by fear. Then it’s running away made up to look pretty. Trust me, I know. If the “milkman” doesn’t contact you, perhaps there’s some California cheese you’re meant to try. I hear their cheddar is delish.

Love you back, Deedee