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                          “When I was 42, Knopf bought my first novel, and I called

                                          Sue before I called my mom.”



        Sue Grafton, Woman of Letters


        An author recounts her close relationship with her                   I’m writing you half a page on the
                                                                             feeding of your cat?”
        longtime friend
                                                                              Sue taught me that “hand-wringing” is
                                                                             part of the writing process; that two-
                                                                             millimeter calligraphy pens  are ideal for
                                                                             signings; that, if you position yourself in
        By Carol Weston                                                      the middle of a group photo, no one can
                                                                             cut you out. And that you need backbone:
                                                                             she and Steve teased me for having baked
        As E.B. White said, “It’s not often that                             cookies for my editor; they informed her
        someone comes along who is a true friend                             editor that Holt had better get behind E
        and a good writer.” Sue Grafton was the                              Is for Evidence because it was going to be a
        big sister I never had: encouraging when                             bestseller. (Holt did. It was.)
        I needed courage, honest when I needed                                Soon emails replaced letters, and Sue
                                          Weston (l.) and Sue Grafton in Louisville,
        truth, and funny.                 Ky., on Grafton’s 68th birthday.   and I phoned on birthdays.
                                                                              When I was 42, Knopf bought my
                  e met in Columbus, Ohio,   My dad died, and Sue wrote, “I always   first novel, The Diary of Melanie Martin,
                  in 1981. I was 24 and writing   feel that it is a compliment to grieve   and I called Sue before I called my mom.
        Wfor magazines; she was 40        deeply.” In 1983, she got a word pro-  In 2013, after a long, painful rut, my new
        and writing for film and TV. I read that   cessor, a Fortune 32:16, and opined:   agent sold Ava and Pip. Sue wrote, “You
        she was giving a talk, so I looked up her   “Looks like NASA Ground control in our   are da bomb!... What agonies you’ve
        number and called. Days later, we were   office now.”                been through!... Go get ’em, champ! I
        meeting every morning to run laps   Harper & Row bought my first book,   am sooo proud of you!!!” She posted on
        around Schiller Park.             Girltalk: All the Stuff Your Sister Never   Facebook: “GRANDPARENT ALERT...
          Sue told me she’d just finished a novel   Told You. “I can just picture you and Rob   My grandkids love the Ava Wren series....
        and handed me a box with a stack of   dancing around the house like nuts,” Sue   If the author doesn’t continue the series,
        typewritten pages. The title? A Is for   wrote. “Truly, life doesn’t present us with   I’ll extract my revenge in blood.” (My
        Alibi. She knew my dream was to write a   that many moments to celebrate and it’s   Amazon numbers spiked.)
        novel, too.                       nice to go all out when they come. I’m   On December 14, I emailed about the
          When I moved away, we began trading   really proud of you and I won’t tell a soul   wildfires near Montecito, Calif., where
        letters every two weeks. Sue called them   that you’re not really as humble and love-  she lived.  She replied: “Our house is still
        “wall-to-walls”—sheets of paper full of   able and modest as you pretend to be.   on mandatory evacuation. Wish us luck!”
        words, no margins. Hers often ended:   Don’t tell on me either.”      My last words to her: “Luck Luck Luck
        “Love, love, love, love, love!” After Sue   In 1985, Sue came to Manhattan to   Luck Luck Luck!!!!!!”
        died, I found the trove and started   attend the Edgar Awards. She and her   Two weeks and one day later, she
        rereading.                        husband Steve slept on our sofa. (Twenty-  passed away. I called Steve. “It’s so
          She’d found a new jogging partner and   four years later, she would be named a   weird,” I sobbed. “It’s taking over
        wrote, “I’m always talking about Carol   grand master at the Edgars.) Before fame   Twitter! The whole world loved Sue. But
        this and Carol that. I miss you so much!”   and fortune, Sue even cat-sat for us.   not like we did.”   ■
        and “I gnaw my nails over B.... Some   “Chanda slept on my neck, my shoulder,
                                                                             Carol Weston is the author of 16 books; the latest
        days I think it’s fine and other days I   in my armpit, on my face,” she wrote.   is Speed of Life (Sourcebooks Jabberwocky,
        think it’s shit.”                 Two paragraphs later: “Can you believe   2017).

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