Es war irritierend, wasich da in den Spiegeln sah: eine Frau in einem braunen, knielangen Rockund einer wei?en Bluse mit R?schen im Ausschnitt, hochha...kigen Schuhenund langen, blonden Haaren. Allerdings war diese Frau nicht geschminkt,so dass man in ihrem Gesichtsausdruck durchaus m?nnliche Z?ge bemerkte."Sehr viel brauchen wir an deinem Outfit nicht zu ver?ndern, meineLiebe", s?uselte Edwin. "Wie lange wird es dauern?", fragte ichunsicher."Wenige Stunden, liebe Mannuela, aber wenn du dann nach. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. “Look… I uh… Are you going to hurt me?” I ask. “Relax… I won’t hurt you…” she says, crouching down over me. She brings her hand down against the skin of my cheek, wiping up my tears. “I… uh…” I stutter as I look into the endless void of her dark eyes. She scoops me up into her arms. I don’t know what to say or do.“Say nothing,” she says. “You… You can read my thoughts?” I ask. She nods. “Wh… What do you want with me?” I ask. “I want you. You are the most. But I could be perfectly happy playing in the evenings and recording a Sunday morning solo concert for the next twenty years. I have a life.”“You spoke big words yesterday, Jacob. I took you at face value. You said you’d do what was necessary to make Cindy famous.”“Not exactly. I said I wanted to provide a background that showed off her talent and made her a household name. I also went into detail to describe three non-human things that make me feel alive. Running, writing, and music. I didn’t. At supper time we go upstairs and Lucy still isn't home. We go to a fried chicken place a few blocks away and take away a bucket of chicken with fries, rolls, baked beans and slaw. We start digging in and, minutes later, Lucy joins us. She's happy about the supper she didn't have to fix - but is annoyed that Les has goofed off all day."My fault, totally," I say. "I'll help him check the paper tomorrow and he'll be all set to job hunt on Monday morning."That settles her down and, after we eat,.