" The chauffeuse interrupted the fugue state into which the journey had swept me. I looked out of the window of the limousine and glimpsed the pillars...of an enormous gate as we swept through it. I turned in my seat and looked back through the rear window to see the ornate, cast-iron gates sliding shut behind us. Serena knelt impassively as our journey neared its end.The drive meandered through the manicured grounds of the estate. As hard as I tried, I could not tell where the grounds ended and. He felt more satisfaction in helping people working as a GP than he ever did when he was doing cosmetic surgery. The pace of life was slower here which had him more relaxed than he remembered being in a long time. While there were things he missed because of not being in LA, they really weren’t that important and he was learning to live without them.A prime example he thought of this satisfaction he felt in doing this type of medicine was something that happened last week. Laura Beckman brought. We’d been seeing each other since before the first Flotsam play, Being Apart and so it was nearly three months. Commuting to the theatre from home every day meant we had spent a lot of time together. And, as I have said, the L-word was in the air.“I’ll talk to her about it.”“What’s there to talk about? It’s Dolly Stern, a great script and the Goldmans. Turn this down and she’ll never give you another chance and nor will the Goldmans.”“I’ll talk to her about it.”“Look, it’s never easy and I get. “Then, one morning I woke up and realized that’s just who she was all the time.”“That’s too bad,” Heather said honestly. “Too bad for you, I mean,” she added. “You deserve better than that.”“Oh, it’s not all bad,” he replied, obviously trying to keep the mood light. “After all, I get to hear all of the creative nicknames that students come up with for her.”Heather took another drink from her bottle and rested her elbows on the table. “You mean Mrs. Coldstone.”“Oh, Coldstone is just the.