This one is for the grandchildren of Lorne and Dennis, my beloved brothers.
Austin, Jarrett, Christian, Max, Amanda, Justin, and Kylie,
leant their names, if not their personalities, to these children.
With the exception of Austin, who happened to be sixteen when I wrote this,
and Justin and Amanda, who happen to be twins,
little else is as it is in life.
Several friends read and commented on this book.
If you find anything good or true or real in it,
it is because they cared enough to hold my feet to the flames.
Anything that doesn’t work is because I didn’t listen carefully enough.
So thank you to my sister, Mary Lou Doe,
whose uncanny ability to spot the funniest typos had both of us choking with laughter,