Dr. Fenimore and his friends came to me one day,
fully developed, with complete backgrounds, wardrobes and personality quirks.
It was as if the Doctor, Mrs.
Doyle, Jennifer and Horatio (or Rat), had been locked in my head for years
and couldn’t wait to get out. The Doctor, of course, had his counterpart
in my real life. He’s an exact replica of my husband, who is also a
cardiologist--with one exception. Dr. Fenimore smokes a pipe and my
husband doesn’t. I asked him to once (I love the smell of pipe tobacco)
but he adamantly refused on health grounds.