“I’m the hospital expert on disease. I don’t claim to know the patients.”She tried not to get a swelled head, though praise from Steiner was p...aise indeed. She didn’t know how to convey that to Eric, so she didn’t when she called.“I got a prenup from the lawyers,” he said. “I sent back my response, and I’ll show you the second draft when I pick you up.”“You aren’t trying to fool me with legal gobbledygook?”Eric was definitely not doing that. “I told them to use as plain language as would be. I stayed there snoring until noon. It was well after noon when I rolled out of bed. At that time I walked over to the bathroom. It was only a few feet from the trailer, but it was still a little inconvenient.I had a sudden urge to build or buy a house where I could take people. I felt like I needed to talk to the distributor’s money man first. I didn’t want to do anything on a Sunday, but I kept the thought in mind. I was pretty sure that I could sell the idea to Lucy by suggesting that Paris. ..50:58...Oh, this was just too much! I rubbed my head in puzzlement and in frustration, feeling a long tuft of curls on my head, very long, flowing, and soft. (Curls? Long, flowing curls? Since when did I have that?) I rushed to the mirror in my room and took a good look at myself.What I saw was almost impossible to believe; I had long brunette hair that flowed gently down in soft bobs and curls. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and looked again. This time, I saw that my hair had reverted back. Love,BrandiBy the end of the letter, Laura couldn't see the words through the blur of her warm tears. She had known something like this would happen. It was so devastating that she felt almost suicidal for several days, until one Saturday afternoon, when she was vacuuming her livingroom in a fury of energetic work, trying not to think of Brandi, her doorbell rang. Who should be standing there, with a furtive, questioning smile on her shockingly beautiful face, but Rina."Rina," Laura broke into.