It’s going to be a long winter, but not long enough. The book sells like a book, for love not money, and Susy is working on the next one. Her mother has gone home with a hug and farewell, and a sprinkle of pixie-dust heels-together golden-silver-ruby-rouge slippers. Susy goes to the lake with a pack of sandwiches and now-a-major-motion-picture by what’s-his-name. It’s a good book, but not good enough, and she walks out on the frozen water slide.