
My only excuse is I was writing away from the net and it completely slipped my overtaxed mind!
Your Ode earned the most votes!!

A funny thing happened to me while leaving the library the other day. Not funny ha-ha, funny weird.
Another patron, who left at the same time, said to me, "You're friends with Heather Graham, right?"
"I am," I said, counting my lucky stars, because Heather is an angel.
"I thought I remembered hearing that," she said. (Since I work at the library, I'm always pushing friends, as well as other authors I enjoy, as suggested reading) "Then you'll appreciate this," she went on. "We read one of Heather's books this month for the book discussion club." (The Dead Room)
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"Very much," she said. "And since Heather seems interested in ghosts and eerie stuff, I thought you might want to share this with her."
She certainly had my attention.
"I collect bookmarks," she said. "I own hundreds of them. When I started reading Heather's book, I plucked a bookmark out at random." Her eyes widened. "It was one of YOURS! I thought I remembered you saying you and Heather were friends, and I thought, what were the chances? Is that a coincidence, or what?"
It was definitely eerie... and very, very cool.