Simpson went to Sacramento alone. "It was very intense," Simpson recalled.
She found her father working in a small restaurant.
He seemed happy to see her, yet oddly passive about the entire situation.
They talked for a few hours, and he recounted that, after he left Wisconsin,
he had drifted away from teaching and gotten into the restaurant business.
Jobs had asked Simpson not to mention him, so she didn't.
But at one point her father casually remarked that he and her mother had had another baby, a boy, before she had been born.
"What happened to him?" she asked. He replied, "We'll never see that baby again. That baby's gone."
Simpson recoiled but said nothing.
An even more astonishing revelation occurred when Jandali was describing the previous restaurants that he had run.
There had been some nice ones, he insisted, fancier than the Sacramento joint they were then sitting in.
He told her, somewhat emotionally, that he wished she could have seen him when he was managing a Mediterranean restaurant north of San Jose.
"That was a wonderful place," he said.
"All of the successful technology people used to come there. Even Steve Jobs."
Simpson was stunned. "Oh, yeah, he used to come in, and he was a sweet guy, and a big tipper," her father added.
Mona was able to refrain from blurting out, Steve Jobs is your son!