MARTHA ROSEWALL. Mom, I couldn’t have done it without you. Below that he had written in a pen
which looked like a fine-line Flair: I really couldn’t have done it without you! I love you, Pete.
But she didn’t really read this; she only looked at it. Her eyes went back and forth, back and forth, between
the dedication page which had been inscribed in August of 1960 and the one which had been inscribed in
April of 1985.
“You see?” Martha asked softly.
Delores nodded. She saw.
The thin and sloping backhand script was exactly the same in both books, and the same was almost true of
the signatures themselves.
Only the dates and the last names differed.