Anyone who is closely involved with me when I'm working on a novel could tell you that it requires certain things to maintain any sort of relationship—including incredible patience, extraordinary tolerance, and the ability to believe I'm actually working when I'm staring off into space.
This novel is dedicated to my family and friends who possess those traits in abundance and who have enriched my life beyond measure:
To my husband, Don Smith, who brings joyous serenity to my life and new meaning to the word understanding.
To my son, Clayton, and my daughter, Whitney, whose pride in me has been a tremendous source of pleasure. And relief.
And to those very special people who offered their friendship and then had to bear more than their fair share of the burden of that friendship—especially Phyllis and Richard Ashley, Debbie and Craig Kiefer, Kathy and Lloyd Stansberry, and Cathy and Paul Waldner. I couldn't ask for a better "cheering section" than all of you.