My friend, Carroll,
taken for granted but is always loved, and
who sent me kicking and screaming from the psychic closet.
My friend, Muffin,
who saw me through the rigors of writing many nights.
To her reincarnation,
who waits patiently under the desk as I write, and
who is never patient.
My daughter, Mickey,
who without knowing it made me face the reality
of who I was.
To my very special, editor, friend, lover and husband,
who has almost always believed in me and my abilities.
The one who is
never least in my life, the man who helped me always and is
my ghost friend
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