This month I'm posting pages from my upcoming novel ANZA BORREGO!
FORMOSA CAFE… Tonight Samantha felt their presence, as did Lindy whilst he poured Sam’s dirty martini with three olives, and Jordan’s dry vodka. He fed them extra olives. His convincing sincere style was the voice of authority because he was the witness. Lindy knew all. The women lapped up the impossible stories of Bogart, Gable, and Sinatra. He assured them the place was haunted by Sinatra’s pining for Ava Gardner. They believed every word because it was in the very air of the place.