But why?"Jazz," Pru said firmly, "Calm down. You know I'll help all I can. But, I need facts." She moved to sit at the desk on the side of Terry's roo.... Roused by the talk, Terry sat up on the bed and reached for his pareo, tying it around his waist, listening carefully.Pru went on. "What day was the festival, Jazz? Think."Jazira pulled herself together with an effort. "The festival was day before yesterday. We went there about 1700. I last saw Zahl about half ten. I haven't seen or heard. There followed a long silence."But?" she prompted."But I'm not at all what you might expect." He looked up at her with a lopsided grin."So tell me," she said."That's just it," he said. "I can't."'Can't or won't?' she wondered.But studying her face intently he asked, "Would you take me... sight unseen, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for the rest of our lives?"Her heart caught in her throat. This was so sudden and so completely unexpected.He continued, "Would you take me to love, to. Loi got through college in three years, and upon graduation we got married and moved into a condo. Childhood was over, married adulthood was in full swing. He found work with a software company and I found clerical work, but with the economy the way it is I got laid off after only a few months. I found myself among tens of thousands of other entry-level clerical applicants in the Bay Area, so I resigned myself, for the time being anyway, to the life of a homemaker. Loi enjoyed it, I think he. And the presence of David Ryan was undeniable. He was obviously in the room. But wasn't he supposed to be?Actually, up to that moment nothing was out of place. She was in a treatment room being attended by a doctor.But when his fingers started a familiar, upward stroking on the inside of her leg she knew the boundaries had been crossed. She couldn't deny it any more than she wanted to defend it. She lay very still instead, hoping not to give herself away. What a mess she was in! Even if she.