You might guess she was Irish!" Hm, let me guess...red hair, green eyes?" I was only halfway kidding."Do you think I lack imagination? The hair and ey...s are just a pleasantcoincidence. Looks can change; it's the real person that matters." That's a nice thoughtful thing for you to say, Zach, and not a lot ofguys could manage a statement like that. But to tell you the truth, eversince my appearance changed, I've been feeling like a whole differentperson, so that I hardly know what 'real' means. " Yes, thank you," I said. I wanted to tell him how this gift allowed me to hear the cruel things his people were saying about me, but I chose to keep quiet."You're welcome," he said. "But tonight is about planning our wedding, not your beautiful ears." I've wanted to do that since we arrived," I said."If we don't plan something soon, my mother will do it for us," he said."Do you think she'll be okay with the dresses I brought back from Earth for Lara and me?" I don't see why she wouldn't," he. I hate to break up the story, but I have to go back to that thing about getting what you want. I had wanted her to stay there and talk to me. I didn't actually NEED that. She was a beautiful girl, on her way to move and shake the world, and I was a loser who was perfectly happy whacking off to pictures every night and going to the mill the next morning. But I WANTED to be around her, so I lied.Well, it got to the point that she said she needed to go find her Uncle Horace, because she was going. "This time of year we typically have lots of vacancies since not many feel the need to be by the Irish seaside in the winter." She smiled as she said it."Will Mrs. Parkes be joining you?" she added looking up from her laptop."No." I said and left it at that. I think she caught the sound and look of sadness I could not mask.She paused and gave me an appraising look and then returned to her computer screen."So perhaps an apartment in town?"I shook my head. "I would rather be somewhere quiet. I.