She can be pretty persuasive." God knows that's true," Bowman said, with some irony.We talked on the telephone at length about my experience so far as...a pitcher with the Saints. The experience wasn't at all extensive, but Bowman's questions were detailed, all the same. He wanted to know what Carlos Ortega thought about me, and what he'd said to me about each of my appearances on the mound. He wanted to know about Clint Curtis' appraisal of my abilities.I tried to answer all his questions. That's great."I would've been very surprised if they hadn't agreed. They'd been in favor in 3B-land, they hadn't reacted negatively during last evening's conversation, and my abilities were even greater now, especially the one they valued the most: my studying ability. I was sure that Carol and me having babies had already occurred to them, and that they were probably happy that I'd raised it - not that they'd shown ANY such happiness in the grilling they'd given us yesterday! I was very happy. Well, given he was in a store, he probably did want something. God, she was being an idiot. His eyes left hers, looking around."Well, I do need a book or magazine on building log cabins, but..." His eyes returned to her, concern plain to see. "Are you OK? Anything I can do?"Yes. He could give her a few hundred dollars.The man blinked."Excuse me?"Oh God! She had said it aloud! Her hands flew up to her mouth, eyes wide in horror."Oh God! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that! Please! Don't think. You can’t see past your hurt and pain to see what’s in front of you. I know we both have our differences, and I know that what you see in me is not what you’re looking for. But what I feel for you is more than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I can feel my entire soul flow with love every time I think of you, see you, even when I’m even sitting next to you. It’s the simple things that you do that make me love you. The way you brush your hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear. The.