Susan “died” at 10:46 p.m. I ended the story of their friendship at 10:55 p.m. About then, I heard Linda come downstairs.
She comes to the basement. I look up:
“I just finished. Do you want to hear the ending?”
I read it.
“Perfect,” she says. “It’s moving & perfect.”

Writing books is a miraculous process–it’s so hard & then so easy, or so it seems.

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One Response to SBA

  1. Dot says:

    WOW! You finished. I’m sure it is hard to end a biography, having brought these two people to life and lived with them for so long and then ending it. It does seem like a death, now that I think about it.

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