I tried to get him to come away from the bar, but he wouldn't hear about it. In the notes, you said that alcohol causes "primary personality decay" wh...nsomeone is transformed, but it doesn't say what that means. I need help here, any kind of help. How do I get him changed back without coming back to see you? I'll never get him in the car like this, never. He's so angry and she's such a whore -- what? Help! Please, call me ASAP! Please! --Friday, 11:49 PMYou just have to be there, you just have. How did you imagine me?”“I imagined you had a beard,” she began. “I thought you would have long, narrow hands and an angular face. I thought you might have long hair, probably pulled back in a ponytail. You were taller.”“Were you disappointed?”“Perhaps. But not anymore. The artist I imagined was not very bright.” We laughed and the ice began to thaw. I reached into my pack and got a sketchbook. Sharon’s eyes grew wide as she realized I was going to sketch her right there at the table. “Oh no!. She commed me fifteen minutes later. “They’d love to meet you and to help you,” she said excitedly. How soon can you get there?”“How about 0830?” I suggested.“Perfect, they said any time after 8:00 was fine. I’ll let them know that you’ll be there,” she said.“Who all is going?” I asked the table full of people.“Bring your women and Dijonae. I’ll go along, too,” Don replied. “Be prepared to take lots of notes,” he warned as eleven women practically jumped up from the table. Juana made sure that. " I chuckled. "Well, it's amazing, but that's only part of the reason I fell in love with him again. His maturity, how he handles his work, our parents, his love for you and, yes, his love for me, too, how he's handling his life, period, made me realize why I'd fallen in love with him in the first place. My love for him early on wasn't the gut-wrenching kind of love, but it was deep and abiding. Now, it's... well, it's gut wrenching, dammit. I tremble with just the thought of having his hands.