Serendipity

You know how something turns out more magically than you could have ever planned yourself?

Back in 1982 I was writing my very first draft of Forcing the Hand of God. My husband happened to mention that he had an aunt named Ada who lived in Chicago. I was stunned to “recognize” her when he showed me this picture.

Doesn’t she look just like Ada? Her hair looks windswept from her busy life. Her eyes have that amazing serenity that sets her apart. What do you think: does she look like the Ada you pictured as you read the book?