Like I told Christine in an e-mail just yesterday: In one of the film loops in the spotty library of my mind, I can so clearly picture Susan lounging patiently and tolerantly on her bed as you, Jeff, repeatedly poked her irregular rib bone with your finger. So surreal and so funny. She was so forbearing through it all.

Jay's a lucky man to have a great woman like Susan, irregularities and all

patt*