He felt a strong sense of lovefor this strange woman, and a closeness. He felt somehow that this wasthe most important woman in the world, and would ...rotect him. He knew hewanted to be just like her.Roger knew something wasn't right, but couldn't place his finger on whatit was. The dream kept feeling out of place, but then it felt so right,and nice and happy. He smiled as he dreamed on, wondering what wouldhappen next.Bill felt himself drifting in his sleep. He felt himself. " I'd go with you if I could." Said but not in the least bit meant. "ButI've got so much work on. Maybe Caitlin will. Then you'll have cover.And company."This leads to my next question. "Do you know where they are? Cait andBeth. Are they there now? In the Dong I mean." I'm not sure. I left a message for them Wednesday night. I haven'theard back."I'm processing that when it dawns on me why she actually called them."So you made good on your threat? To tell Beth not to change me back."Our. ‘You men are so easy to loosen up. Spencer is just like every other man.’ Audrey pointed out. ‘I hiked up my skirt a little. I gave him a reason to look forward to something more. He would have told me his social security number if I had asked for it. And, I hear that he and Crane are like this,’ she said, crossing her fingers and thrusting them forward to drive home the point. ‘Let them search. They won’t find anything. After that, maybe they’ll go away,’ Morehead answered, glibly. ‘I think. His joints were a little stiff, he had worked on the paper at the Hungarian Pastry Shop, a small coffee house opposite the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, a few blocks from campus. The Hungarian was a student hangout, people spent hours within its confines, some just reading, others talking, some, like him writing and working. It’s been said that a significant number of doctoral dissertations were wholly composed within its cave-like interior. As he emerged onto Amsterdam Avenue he was braced.