Jane

Her name was Jane Deriksson, and I was in love with her.

She was my girlfriend's mother, and I had just turned nineteen.

That's the end of my story.

It was summer 1967 in New Jersey, at a place called Long Beach Island. I had just graduated from high school and accompanied my father back East to visit his two sisters, Clair and Isobel.

That's the beginning. But there's a lot in the middle.

"JANE will especially attract readers interested in stories that sizzle with self-inspection..."-MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW