Vivi explained that she used details from her real life: Her white pitcher with the bisque scallop shell that she bought at Weeds on Centre Street appears in three of her novels. Vivi wears Jessica Hicks jewelry and so do all of her characters. Vivi’s best friend, Savannah, is known for her witticisms, and Vivi borrowed (stole) them on a regular basis. But this wasn’t the same as writing about people she knew or about her own life.
Until this year. The plot of Golden Girl recounts the dramatic events of Vivi’s senior year in high school—but the only person who would know this was her high-school boyfriend, Brett Caspian, whom Vivi has not seen or spoken to in over thirty years. Before writing Golden Girl, Vivi had scoured the internet for any sign of Brett. He wasn’t on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram or Snapchat or TikTok. He wasn’t on LinkedIn. Vivi had checked the white pages, but there were no Caspians listed in the greater Cleveland area. A casual e-mail sent to the only two high-school friends Vivi remained in contact with—Stephanie Simon and Gina Mariani—confirmed that Brett had never been to a class reunion (neither had Vivi because her parents were both dead and the house in Parma sold). Though Vivi wondered what had become of him, she’d reached the conclusion that Brett Caspian didn’t “do” social media; wherever he was, he had no idea she was a novelist and would never, ever realize that Golden Girl was about him. Them. With a few minor changes.
Concerns about Brett Caspian (somewhat) quelled, Vivi was excited about her new book. This was Vivi’s best shot at finally hitting the top spot on the New York Times bestseller list. Number one. It sparkled for Vivi like the star on top of a Christmas tree. Her last book, Main Street Gossip, debuted at number three on the hardcover list and number two on the combined list. So close! She was poised—maybe?—to get to number one this time.
Vivi realizes that the powers that be aren’t likely to let her return to her life on Earth so that she can move the All-Clad pan off the walk, pay her landscaper, or even promote her new novel.
But what about her most important responsibility?
Biggest: Caring for her children. Leo is eighteen, technically an adult, but he’s still a mama’s boy. He loves Vivi’s cooking and often wakes up asking what she’s making for dinner; he let Vivi take him to Murray’s to buy clothes for his senior banquet and graduation (and he trusted her opinion, which both the girls summarily ignored). The winter before, when Vivi was knocked flat with a sinus infection, Leo binged the first three seasons of The Crown with her, and hadn’t that been the thing that made her feel better—her big, strong son snuggled up at her side?
Earlier this spring, when Leo said he couldn’t decide between the College of Charleston and the University of Colorado, he and Vivi made a list of pros and cons that was evenly split. He asked Vivi what she thought he should do. Selfishly, Vivi wanted Charleston (there was a direct flight from Boston and, hello, it was Charleston) but her gut told her Charleston might not be that different from Nantucket and she thought Leo would thrive someplace completely new—like a big school in the Rocky Mountains.
“Boulder,” she said.
He’d exhaled and said, “That’s my choice too, but I thought you’d be sad if I was so far away.”
“Oh, honey,” she said. “I will be sad, you’re my baby. But part of being a parent is wanting what’s best for you.”
Vivi had planned to drive Leo out to Colorado herself. It was going to be a proper road trip with carefully curated stops at diners and kitschy motels, scenic overlooks, and historical monuments. She was going to let Leo play his music no matter how badly it hurt her ears and she was hoping that when it was just the two of them in the car with nothing but open road ahead, they could really talk. And then, once Vivi had dropped him off (with the laminated card she’d make of laundry instructions), she would climb back in her car and have a good, loud cry. Her last child, her baby boy, launched.
Vivi can’t miss taking Leo to college. And she has a grandchild on the way. Everyone would agree it’s patently unfair for her to die without ever holding her first grandchild. Then there’s