conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Eli, Abra, Boston with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Whiskey Beach'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Whiskey Beach
  He rubbed his hands over his face. "Why don't we say this? We've reached the same basic conclusion. Part of that conclusion is Roger and Edwin Landon were coldhearted, hard-minded, opportunistic bastards."
  She understood—someone who'd turned his back on Eli. And, she realized, however logical his argument, he understood what Violeta had gone through. He knew what it was to be cast aside, condemned, ignored.
  She moved to him, took his face in her hands. "You're going to get that celebration after all. In fact, I'm going to go down and start on that. We should put those letters somewhere safe."
  Sad? Eli thought when she left. He doubted it. He thought Edwin Landon would have been a self-satisfied son of a bitch. No family tree grew without a few bent branches, he supposed.
  He used his laptop to search for the contact number for an old friend, then took out his phone. Forgiveness, he discovered, didn't come easy. But expediency did. Maybe forgiveness would follow, and if not, he'd still have answers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She reached up for her preferred counter spray—biodegradable, no animal testing—dropped it in her basket and turned.
  She couldn't stop the quick gasp, but tried to turn it quickly into a flustered apology even as her heart kicked like a startled mule.
  He'd cut his hair, short, lightened it to a sun-streaked blond. Unless he'd spent the last two weeks catching rays, he'd made use of a self-tanner.
  She stepped aside, began to shelve what she'd dropped, and resisted looking after him as she heard him walk away.
  She ordered herself to complete her list, in case he was watching her. Even stopped to chat with one of her yoga students for a moment. Everything's normal, she told herself. Just a quick stop at the market before your big night in Boston.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He swore he could all but feel the ring burn in his hand like a flame, like life. "I look at you, and I see all the somedays, all the possibilities of them. I don't want to wait to start, but I will. I'll wait, but you have to know you not only helped me come back, to really see the life I wanted and could have, but you're the life I want."
  Her heart didn't stop beating, but it filled. And she thought, There's love. There it is. Take the gift.
  With her arms tight around him, she found his mouth with hers, sank and sank and sank into the first kiss of the new promise.
  The ring on her hand caught the last rays of the sun, flashed, as it had for Landon women for generations.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about stared, washed, setting.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He swore he could all but feel the ring burn in his hand like a flame, like life. "I look at you, and I see all the somedays, all the possibilities of them. I don't want to wait to start, but I will. I'll wait, but you have to know you not only helped me come back, to really see the life I wanted and could have, but you're the life I want. "
  Her heart didn't stop beating, but it filled. She stared at him as the windows behind him washed pink and gold with the setting sun. And she thought, There's love. There it is. Take the gift. 
  With her arms tight around him, she found his mouth with hers, sank and sank and sank into the first kiss of the new promise. 
  The ring on her hand caught the last rays of the sun, flashed, as it had for Landon women for generations.