Come Fly with Me: A Novel

by Camille Di Maio

“So I leave you with this,” he continues. His eyes find Judy again, and this time, he doesn’t look away. “No matter how far you travel, no matter where life takes you, I very much hope that our paths will cross again. Don’t forget those of us in Miami. We won’t forget you.”

East and west are more than points on a compass. They shape the day depending on where you are in the world.

“So what brings you to San Francisco?” I ask, eager to change the subject and leave my misguided statement behind us. “You do.”

“I’m telling you, Judy. When I die, I want my ashes to be spread right here on this beach. Then I’ll never have to leave it.”

You can have Honolulu’s sunsets and Hong Kong’s silks and Tokyo’s cherry blossoms. My paradise is right here.