Everything Cutie was feeling, Janelle felt. Janelle lifted her face into the cascade from the shower head to rinse her eyes of the burning shampoo, no...hing could help the pain of a lost friend; Cutie's face lifted and she rinsed her eyes.Janelle backed out of Cutie's body in surprise.As she watched the girl rinse, she thought about what had just happened. She had entered into Cutie's body, and felt what Cutie felt, and moved that body with her own will. Maybe she could communicate, somehow,. Her preferred watering hole – something she didn’t share with any of her team – was across the river in Lambeth Palace Yard. Once the residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury, the red-brick, Tudor buildings had been converted long ago into a shopping mall and leisure precinct. There were restaurants and bars that offered a chance to relax. The other benefit of the location was that she could be back in the House or in her Marsham Street office quickly enough if she needed to be.She walked. I’d looked at the sketch and rendering. It was like one of those big sports murals by LeRoy Neiman only, instead of Olympic athletes, it had scenes of dancers, theater performances, sculpture, and all that. Pretty much everything that was taught in the college would be represented in the mural. It wouldn’t cover the whole height of the wall, but would cover the whole length. A four-foot-high wainscoted panel guarded against scuffs in the high traffic area. Dr. Henredon said the hall wasn’t wide. This tree was a large old fir and both Wendy and I had spent considerable time playing on and under it as kids. There were still a couple of tree huts, at different heights, remaining from our childhood but, currently, its main advantage now was that it overlooked Wendy's bedroom. I clambered up till I was straddling a branch at the same level as her window and was pleased to see that she still did not lower her blinds or close her curtains.It was becoming dark by now and Wendy had turned her.