OK?" Sure, I understand. I would appreciate it if you let me talk without interrupting. I've got some things on my mind that I need to put out there. ... promise I'll listen to your response the same way. Once that is out of the way we can have a give and take kind of talk if it is still needed."He took a sip from his coffee."Clarissa, I'm really unhappy and very disappointed in you. I don't think you have been totally honest with me and that hurts."I started to say ... He held up his. I know that can beparticularly disturbing for some people. I tried to get rid of it as bestI could, but I wanted to see how you were doing." That's exactly it! I... haven't really been able to describe it, and Ihaven't wanted to try. It sounds kind of crazy, after all." So does that mean you have noticed some of this? Is it extreme?" Well it manifests itself because... I'm... not really this person. Likeyou said, he was trying to make me somebody else and I can't describe howthat feels. But I. Daniel was a man that lived Two houses away from our house.He was in his 40's had his own house and his own business.I guess he was single because he didnt have that I could see a girlfriend or wife.He had a pool in his back yard and was always working in his yard.He was a really nice guy, friendly ,courteous, respectful and helpful.He would see my Mom come home from the store and help her with her bags.He would even help take care of our yard.Over time he became almost a fixture around our. Suddenly church got interesting. I loved the sound of his voice when he talked, and I liked the fire in his eyes when he preached. A silent voice inside my head told me that I wanted to meet him. I told my mother that I was going to hang around after the service ended, and she left for home without me. Pastor Kenny was greeting and speaking with his congregation as they were leaving the church. I waited patiently until the last parishioners went by, then I stepped up to him and smiled. “Hi, I’m.