I knew it was bad, but I kept hoping he'd rally and feel well enough to write a couple of more books and maybe, if he could, finish it up. I wish he could have had that personal gratification, just for himself. I was thinking about him this weekend, in fact, and a lot of last week, for various reasons. Coincidence, I'm fairly sure, but there could very possibly have been a little psychic something at work too.

Thanks, Deirdre.