Thus concludes-finally-the tale of Sophia and Warren. It’s been three-plus years in the telling, but it really has been a labor of love. I’ve fallen in love with both of them, and all their friends and family.
When I started this thing, I knew it was going to be epic. I also knew that I liked it, and loved the characters. But I never, for a second, expected the response it’s gotten. It’s been amazing and thrilling how so many people took Warren and Sophia into their hearts. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
There may be more here. Remember when I shifted Sophia’s cousin Siobhan to Stanford, to room with Sheila Mitchell? There’s a story in there. Betsy may have a story. And there’s definitely a story in the courtship of Seamus and Alicia-which, if I write it, will probably be the most sickeningly-sweet thing I’ve ever written, and considering me, that’s saying a lot ‹G›.
However, those are stories for another time.
For now, it’s done.
Warren and Sophia? Well, the dance they chose to dance to at the wedding-that says it all. Grow Old With Me. That’s what they’re going to do. I don’t need to write it. We can all imagine it. That might be better.
Thank you for reading.
Frank Downey
April 5 th , 2004.