Susan

Like many older men, Phillip had trouble remembering numbers and relating names to faces. He wasn't surprised when he couldn't remember the woman's name, but his wife's? Susan made an excellent wife--she loved to cook and to cuddle. Perhaps, Phillip should have married her to begin with. Then she wouldn't have had to lie. Lynn, his real wife, had warned Phillip what would happen if she caught him with another woman. When he didn't come home, she simply changed the locks and tried, unsuccessfully, to forget. All Phillip's clothing was brand new, his shirts, his underwear, and he'd never worn boxers in his life. Now, if he could just find his car keys. "I knew what my name was; it was on my driver's license; but the address, in another town, proved to be years out of date." When Phillip goes north to San Francisco looking for himself, Susan, Lynn, and Phillip's oldest daughter take off in hot pursuit. "We were the worst of traveling companions; we couldn't even agree on what radio