- November 1st, 2012
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Her husband’s suicide is quiet: a sixty-milli equivalent injection of sodium potassium on the eve of what was supposed to be predictable cocktails with the Shorensteins.
But Claire Goldman’s mind is not only on the neat and rapidly cooling corpse of her husband, or the bias-cut Michael Kors that has begun to cling uncomfortably to her toned frame. She’s worried about her future, her life without her husband Gerald. He has after all rescued her from the dry basin of the Southern California valley and taken her to a gorgeous home in an exclusive enclave of San Francisco. He gave her sense of style, a sense of herself as something more than the pretty but vacuous daughter of Basque immigrants. But then why, mere moments after her husband’s funeral, is their family accountant implying she’s broke? And who the hell is this “Precious” her husband had on speed dial?
In an attempt at self empowerment, Claire decides to confront the secrets of her husband’s past. But nothing can prepare her for the surprise that awaits her. And what begins as a strained business arrangement develops into a redemptive friendship as Claire and “Precious” realize they have far more in common than the love and money of the same man.