?And talking ofsympathy, she did show sympathy to me. When I couldn?t take it anymore, Istarted begging for food as it had been more than 24 hours sin...e I had a morselof bread in my stomach. The sound of hunger pangs were audible enough for aperson standing by. So she sent some food for me with a female sentry. And youknow what it was? Peeling of banana and orange, taken out of a trash bin. The tall and firm looking sentry ordered me to open my mouth wide,which I naturally didn?t due to filth. The only word that fits is forced ... me to admit out loud my feelings for Grace, that previously I had not even admitted to myself. I turned her to face me and tilted her face up with a finger under her chin, realising for the first time that her cheeks were streaked with tears. I softly kissed her forehead, eyes, nose and lips and folded her in my arms.When you've had a surgeon poking around your insides – no matter how skilful he (or she) might be, there are limits to how long you can. Ahair net was tied over my head and a dryer brought out, the warm air wasadjusted and the hood was brought down over me, the heat felt wonderfuland I closed my eyes thinking of what style Ashley would give me today.To help me pass the time I was given a manual to read, this manualturned out to be filled with salon terminology, I was told to read andmemorize all I could as my training would start as soon as they felt Iwas ready.It was now as well that I was told I would have to call my work. I interned at a newspaper in the East Bay during the summer between my Junior and Senior years, and I’ve been engaged in the game of trying to persuade them to hire me for several months. Practically, this means phoning the under-editor who supervised me last summer and wheedling them into giving me another follow-up follow-up interview every three weeks or so – whereat three or four members of some board whose name I haven’t been able to work out make encouraging noises about how much they’re.