Penguin Books Australia

I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time.

At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We were friends, soul mates and lovers.

I was seven. He was fifty-one.

They were the happiest days of my life.

'Will start a thousand conversations. Shocking, revelatory and fearless . . . As the story of a victim, it is gripping; as a work of literature, it's a triumph.' Alice Sebold