The cured women were like troopers, answering every question, and never failing to send back a survey. The normal women were intransigent, and kept st...ffing up the answers, and with each new survey, a few would always drop out altogether.Cassie couldn't decide if the cured women were unnaturally conscientious, or if they felt they owed their lives to Eve and her institution.The test results were pretty clear.The cured women were very different from normal women.There was no way that these women. A chrome shelving unit on the wall was stacked high with plush white towels."Wow! This room is amazing!" I blurted out eagerly. "Can we stay here, Sven? Can we? Can we?" I grabbed his arm and shook it in my excitement."This is unbelievable," he said as he slowly walked back through the main part of the unit. "Who would've thought there'd be a room like this in this dump?" His eyes slowly scanned the room for a second time, almost as if he was making sure it wasn't a mirage of some form."Well,. ” She asked if I was married. I replied, “No’. We then started off to my room, she got afraid on the way and turned back and invited me to her house. The next day was Sunday and I had off. So I agreed to come to her house in her village. I was afraid because she may trap me, but I was young and I let my hormones take over. We went to her village by bus, en route we went to a movie. In the theatre, she was sitting to my left. I let my hand slide up her arm, and gently caressed her soft right. " Yes? I am willing to listen, to try anything that might resolve our dilemma." "Marry me publicly, but allow me to marry Passepartout privately. I want the both of you as my husband. We can live here, or anywhere else if need be, in harmonious togetherness." Marry me publicly, marry Passepartout privately?" He said, his voice filled with wonder.Passepartout was summoned and appeared immediately. Mr. Fogg still held Aouda's hand in his own; Passepartout understood, and his big, round face.