After a couple verses, Eddie shook his head. “We’re going to have to slow it down some. I wanted to shift tempos at the bridge, but it would be to... extreme. And I wanted it to be spacy.”“Spacy?” Jane asked.“Like a reggae dub. Faster than usual, but not that fast. How about I demonstrate. Let me set up the deck and we’ll record a take. Then I’ll layer over it with the spacy shit.”Joe played Eddie’s guitar to set the levels, as well as talking into Eddie’s mic. Once Eddie returned he set up a. " Sara, just stay calm. They'll come to rescue you. Remember that we love you." I know."More breathing, but now with some voices in the background. All of a sudden I could hear those foreign voices came closer, both male." ... but the rich guy is already dead." Yes, but that lady needs a doctor before she can be moved."Some more shouting sounds together with Sara's shallow breathing."I know her. She's no fucking lady. She's nothing but an ex-high school slut. That whore was probably blowing him. It is what you wanted to happen. The problem is me. I cannot live wondering if the woman I love will come home to me each night or if she traded up, finding something better for the evening. Or better to share her life with."The pain in his eyes was deep and crippling. I asked, "Do you want me to move out?" No, I want you here. I cannot imagine a day without you or not having your warm body next to me in our bed. But, I want you to not let me love you and not let me believe you will come home. Ben Watts appeared several minutes later. I was still standing inreception, scan reading the covers of the magazines laid out forvisitors."Can I help you?" Ben Watts?" Yes." He looked slightly harried; a portly man with receding hair andwire-frame spectacles."Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?" What's this about?" It's a confidential matter."He glanced round then guided me to one of several interview rooms offreception, presumably where members of the public met with planningofficers.