After outrunning a crazy childhood, Hannah Spring thought she had her life together. Then her grandmother dies, and Hannah leaves her safe lair to oversee the burial. Nothing, except perhaps her childhood, could have prepared her for the year of wild nights that follow, or for finding the real Hannah.
“Alan Watts?” he asked. “What’s that, an enlightened alias?”
“He said it’s his name. His parents were into Zen. They had their moments.”
“So did ours, but they didn’t name me Ringo Spring.” He was shaking his head as he punched in the last of the information and walked into the office with the funeral director.
“That was lucky,” said Anna.
“Yeah. Ringo Spring is seriously schlocky. But Mom was in love with George Harrison. George Spring isn’t too bad. Dad would have named him Jerry Garcia Spring.”
“I wouldn’t have married someone named Ringo. I’m not sure about Jerry either,” said Anna. “But I meant the truck is lucky.”
“I guess. Now I’m worried that bad car karma has run amuck, and Grandma’s been shanghaied by an enlightened criminal who does a mean Texas Two Step.”
“We’ll know soon enough,” said Anna. “At least she loved to dance.”
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