I still don’t know if I believe you—ahem—Shawn Hebert and Amy Eye, but since you two seem to know me best, who am I to argue? (Well, I won’t argue in these acknowledgements, but in person that’s another story.) Kimber is an interesting kind of gal who I both love and not love all at the same time. She can be quite maddening to write. No matter what is going on, lake bubbling, betrayal or BFF drama, she always comes back to her hair and shoes… (I mean really, I am SO not like that. Did I mention I dyed my hair red to match Kimber’s? It looked terrible—think Ronald McDonald as a girl. Kimber would be horrified.)I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this novella (or, frankly, these acknowledgements). I just knew I wanted it to be entertaining and maybe a little creepy in time for Halloween. I wanted it to be something I could dedicate to my late father in honor of him and his birthday, which happens to be on Halloween… and also, did I mention when I was born my social security number had 666 in it?
