The shower water began to steam as I played with the knobs. A look in themirror now showed a disjointed image. From my neck to my forehead my face was...hat of teary-eyed young co-ed, just as Hannah had said. Below were thepoints of my collar bone and when I took a deep breath you could count myribs. There was a fine coating of black hair and a deep nest beneath myarmpits. David Bowie's classic echoed in my mind: "Can't tell if you're a boyor a girl." I tried to let the water wash away the. " Seeing his curious expression, I pressed on. "I'd like to go back to work where I started, doing repairs in the tech department."He looked shocked, "Why in the world would you want to go back to a lower level job like that?" Trust me Mr. Carlyle, I have my reasons. The most important one right now is that I can't handle the stress of the job considering what's going on. I'd like to work with my hands again and just concentrate on getting things in my life back under control." But Steve, we. " I was just thinking about my waistline," she said, grinning. "I adoregood Chinese dishes." Good," Rod said. "Because during the week, this is George's idea of finedining."George shot him a short glare."Hey," Sharon said, softly. "Both of you work, so no one is going to wantto cook anything elaborate. That being the case, since I really feelfunny crashing here for nothing, why don't you let me cook for you duringthe week?"They both started to protest, but stopped when she started to. My producer’s mike opened with a click, and I could hear his applause, just as I knew I would. His ear was as finely tuned as mine and he’d heard that I’d nailed it. It always amazed me how he could be as patient with me as he was. ‘Great, Tim. You were really on today. We’re going to call that a wrap for the weekend. If you keep this up, your next Grammy is guaranteed.’ I pushed the microphone away and slid down off of my padded leather stool. ‘Thanks Alan. I guess we’ll just have to wait and.