About the book: 1996 / Robert Dietz returned to my life on Wednesday, January 8th. I remembered the date because it was Elvis Presley's birthday, and one of the local radio stations announced that for the next twenty-four hours they would broadcast every song he had ever sung. At six in the morning, my radio blared, playing "Heartbreak Hotel" at full volume. " I slammed the power button with my palm and, as usual, rolled out of bed. I pulled on my tracksuit, getting ready for a run. She brushed her teeth, splashed water on her face, and trotted down the spiral staircase. I locked the door behind me and went outside, where I did the required stretches, leaning against the gate post. It promised to be a strange day, including a scary lunch with Tasha Howard, one of my newly discovered cousins. Jogging was the only way to somehow calm down.