The Case For My Father, novel excerpt

http://www.brooklynrail.org/2009/11/fiction/from-the-case-for-my-father Coffee and cake first. Fresh Freihoffers!” my father declared as my boyfriend Alex and I walked in the door. This invitation was presented with such enthusiasm Dad could have been tempting us with the pastry equivalent of Domaine Romanée Conti instead of Gallo. At one time my father had been extremely particular. Only the flakiest babka from Gertel’s would have suited. But since Rita, the love of his life, threw him out for the usual reason, dames,.............