^*Frank Herbert was not the only one of us to report the paranormal influence of my mother after her death. When Margaux was eight years old, she was about to step in front of a truck on a busy street. Suddenly she felt “a gasp of air” that pushed her back onto the sidewalk to safety. No one was near her. Thinking back, however, she recalled seeing a dark-haired woman beside her, just before the incident. Years later, as I was completing this biography, I was contacted by Frankie Goodwin, who had been Mom’s best friend back in the 1940s. Frankie filled in details on the courtship of my parents. Then she added, “I don’t know what made me write to you after all these years.” I smiled and said, “My mother had a hand in this.” As proof, I described a number of events to Frankie, many of which are detailed later in this biography.