He doesn’t really understand what she means by therapeutic, he does know that he enjoys buffing the wood and polishing the paint, the silver and gla...s, making sure the ornaments are precisely placed where she likes them and he gets satisfaction from seeing everything gleam in the sunlight and pleasing her.He is just finishing in her bedroom when an alarm sounds, uncertain as to whether he should answer its call, or finish the last of the polishing. Unusually for him, he wonders whether his. When I went over to the lab to check my mail, people stared at me and moved away from the hairy mountain man moving down the hallway. Of course, the best moment was that first time I flew home and got into the apartment after Marilyn had left for work. I was beat and climbed into bed and went to sleep. That afternoon I woke up to my wife screaming in the bedroom. She didn’t know I was coming home and didn’t know who the hairy bearded guy sleeping in her bed was! Of course, about ten seconds. He stepped away from the sofa and folded his hands behind his back. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Miss Kendall?" Please, call me Cassie," she replied. "I just..."She trailed off, her eyes widening. There was no mistaking it now. She had indeed read him correctly. He was very good at maintaining a polite facade, but that was as far as it went."Yes?" Um ... this ... this is kind of hard to put into words, Mr. Giani." Fair is fair, I say. You may call me Marco." Marco," Cassie said. Finally I felt I had enough control to talk again and I began to tellher what I had been feeling. I left nothing out, practically tellingher my whole life story before I was done. I finished by telling herwhat I had done in the bathroom, although I know my face was as red asa beet while I was telling her. Her expression changed from one ofintense concentration, listening to what I was saying, to one ofunderstanding and well, compassion is the only way I can describe it.She rushed to me, the.