Harlow was unable to finish her story. Her last lines are about a friend of hers who fell to AIDS. And it was that illness which cut short this work, her work. She entrusted those close to her to finish, fully aware that her days were numbered. We put together her notes, tape-recorded and written down. Not a word was crossed out in her chapters, written in a single, incisive outpouring. This description may be from another edition of this product...