I don't know if itwas hours, days, or if my magic had sped it up. But, I fell unconsciousI thought I was dead, until I heard Linda's voice. She was ...rying, andholding my head in her lap.She said, "We got here too late to try to help, and to save you. I'mgoing to ease the pain, until the time comes. I know everything now. Iknew most of it about you, and Tanya came to me in a dream and told methe rest. She said to tell you that ?You've done more than enough.' Ithink we can both assume what. ’ Terence saw the strange look on her face as she uttered those words. It was measuring, almost predatory. He started an angry response, but stopped before half a word had escaped his lips. The look he returned to her was also measuring, but hungry too. He needed release, he wanted the attention of her expert hand, or better yet her mouth, or to be buried in her sex, fucking himself and her into ecstasy. Yet he could see that at this moment she was not ready to bend to his whim. And he did not. He was slightly proud of himself for remembering to stop by the big name reporters and bloggers as his publicist requested of him. It was all a blur, of course, with cameras flashing, reporters rambling superficial questions, and fans screaming to gain a wave, nod, or a shout-out from their favorite celebrities. Always polite yet in his clipped tone, Tom answered the incoming questions ranging from: How are you feeling about your chances of winning Songwriter of the Year tonight? What projects. Work clothing was not unusual opening night dress for the eccentric artist. In spite of appearance LF conducted a lecture tour of the three works worthy of a university professor. In fifteen minutes she traced links to other artists, compared design elements of each of the three paintings, plus she gave a technical education to Dan on the layering of colors that was unique to this artist. “He is young, but he is going to be important nationally in a very few years.” Many critics and collectors.