Your book, Chrome Cady, is pretty much written. The last time I read it over, it made me cry, mainly because I can’t imagine how you’re getting through this alone. I’m hoping you’re not alone, that you have good people around you.
You don’t have to read the book, but I wanted you to know what happened.
All the permission requests for the gazillion quotes are submitted; I’m still waiting on a lot of replies, but many generous people have kindly granted their permission.
Call me! Contact me somehow.
Redundancy isn’t so bad . . .