This one is for Abby Luttinger, Warren Wallace, Mary Lowry, Pam Murray, and Leroy Lounibos, whose love and input were central to the writing of this book.
And for my brothers John and Steve, and my mother, and her family, and my father, and his family, and the Schleigers.
And for the people who let me live with them while I was writing this: Carol Adrienne in Petaluma, and her family, Gunther, Sigrid, and Charles. Pat Gomez, and her family, John, Margaret, Grammy Perett, and Stephanie. Doris, Amelia, and Lucy Wallace in New York. Sharon Weld and Sally Wood in Cambridge. Someday I'm going to make it all up to them.
And for Lyn Atkinson, Jack Erdmann, Don Sherwood, and Joanne Greenbaum, kind and gorgeous people.
And for Michael Fessier and Sylvie Pasche, my writer friends.
And for Cork Smith, Elizabeth McKee, and Ann Brebner.
And for Robert Filipini and Gordon Wallace and Larry Barnett, and Alan Ruder.
And for Norma Campbell, Dierdre Campbell, Zoe Barnett, and the Wetzells, who have made me smarter.
And for the gang at the Lakeville Marina---Phyllis, Leon, Linda, and Grace; and for Rosalie Wright, B.K. Moran, and Jon Carroll.
And for Megan and Betty and Lowell and Adele and Susan . . .
This one is for my friends, again.