"He thought hard. "Oh, my, it was the new TV station they built on thehill above town." Ok. Let me try our other deputy," I said. "No guarantee, but I...willtry." So off I went.I had a feeling about our other deputy, because she was female. Maybeshe would have some sympathy for James, or at least be willing to goover to the TV station and check it out. I found her, and persuadedher to come back to the cell with me.When we got there, she actually put her hand to her mouth in shock atthe sight of. Tessa quickly followed suit.I frowned. ?Do ? do I look that bad?? My plaintive inquiry promptedanother burst of giggles. When her mirth had subsided somewhat, Tessadug around in her bag and pulled out a small case with a mirror insidethe lid. Still smiling broadly, she handed it to me. ?Take a look,? shesaid. This set off a new round of laughter. Doing my best to ignoretheir chuckling, I angled the mirror and turned around until the lightwas illuminating my face, but not right in my eyes.I?m. Feelings were ... complicated. Feelings were scary. Feelings made people do things and say things and act in ways that weren’t logical. Feelings took good people and turned them into ... well, I wouldn’t say monsters. Not all of them. But enough of them.So, I let people and feelings and monsters pass by, let them drift past and plod along while I focused on a world that made more sense. They moved around me, and I ignored them, choosing books and numbers and facts instead of joining a rat race. However, if it happened later in the evening, it was more enjoyable for the both of them for her to spend the night with him, cuddled closely and warmly in each other's arms. That probably would have been a little easier if she had been living by herself in some distant city, but living across the back yards from her parents, who had been friends for many years -- well, it got awkward, to say the least.Not that Joe or Mignon had said one word about it to him -- since they hadn't, not even.