.. But I love you more... than just that. We just sort of fit well together in lots of ways don't we?"She smiled and winked saying,"We certainly do Ol...ie."Then serious again she said,"I just want you to know I really am yours. You have allowed me so much freedom, like Paul and his friends, the train, the pilots, the waiter and all... I want you to know I will do anything you want me to do to please you. Just let me know what you want me to do... what ever it is." I might surprise you. He cut the string."I held Sheila long into the night. I have seen people loose close family or dear friends and endure less grief. Lincoln Center had shown Sheila heaven, but her own body had barred the way. I suppose I should not have blamed Gruber for the disaster, but I did. To a degree I still do. He should have done more to prepare her for the possibility that things would not work out. He had plenty of notice."After Sheila left the school, I became serious about auditions. I was good, and. It was like a high speed train. I stumbled up a set of stairs I came across. They were so bloody steep. I felt like I was climbing a mountain. Through the fuzziness, I could make out figures. People. They hardly paid me any attention as I stumbled past them, most were too drunk or too busy to notice. I finally found what I was looking for. The bathroom. And it was empty. Thank God. I made my way across the bathroom. It was only a few steps, but right then it seem a like a mile. Steadying. Under the tarp, in almost pristine condition, was a 1960 Lincoln convertible, the largest American production car ever made. It was the last automobile Miss Agnes owned. We rolled it out, had the engine redone, waxed the body and buffed the leather interior until it looked and ran like it just rolled off the production line.It scares the heck out of me, but Jen and Linds loved the thing, driving it in parades and showing it at car shows and street festivals. They drove it under our company.