I reached down and stroked her hair, stunned. I had asked what she felt, and she told me. I knew that she was enjoying herself, but the depth of the e...otion that she had expressed awed me. I didn't know how to respond. I pulled her up into my lap, and held onto her."I want you to know," I told her, "that I have enjoyed this week more than I have any other week in my entire life. Last Friday morning I thought my life was over, that I had given up one of the best things I'd ever had to pursue a. If you must be introduced, you must do it yourself." Her refusal was not spoken unkindly, and the young man took no offence. But he looked sad, and Geeta pitied him. "If you are determined, I suggest you simply pass me a note to give to the godde - to the lady you want to meet. I suggest you make sure it's extremely respectful."Geeta hastened back to Aphrodite's table, upset that she had been delayed a trifle in her mission. She begged the goddess's pardon for the delay. Aphrodite scanned. We got on the road about six thirty, fifteen minutes later than I had planned, because Wanda wasn't ready when I got to the Rowell home. Her parents invited me inside the house and offered me coffee while we waited for Wanda to get her shit together.The Rowells acted as if they didn't know their daughter had promised to be ready to leave when I got there. They were accommodating and I tried to be on my best behavior per Suzanne's order. If Mr. Rowell was really ill, as Wanda had claimed when. " Fine. Let's go then to the plot's coherence..."She shredded my story. There were lots of holes in the plot, things that didn't make sense, mistakes in dates, causes propagating back in time against all logic ... it was awful. In a way it had been easier to see the low-level spelling and grammar corrections filling the pages with red ink than to hear her destroy the whole thing. I could tell myself I just didn't have a good eye for detail, but my stories were creative and worth telling. She.