Shortly before my wife died, she told me that she had received offers from several publishers, for her book, her life's work. The same day that she died, I asked her who they were. She could remember only one -- but she remembered it because she had rejected that offer! at least in her mind. I said try to remember. She couldn't. Today I received an e-mail, to my late wife. It was an acquisition editor in Europe, who has been hunting her: "Some time ago I offered you the possibility [of a] printed book."
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