"I don't think anyone's ever said so many nice things about, Jane." People don't see her the way I see her," Charles countered."I think more people wi...ll given that new look of hers. I mean, wow,right? You know?" Absolutely," Charles replied as Pola continued shearing down his longhair into a short, above the shoulders bob.Once she finished cutting Charles's hair, Pola took hold of hertweezers. Charles took off his glasses before Pola began to pluck hiseyebrows.When she finished, she handed. "Sure," he said, "I don't see why not."We eagerly accepted the offer. I actually expected my parents and Mrs. Cooper to veto the idea, but Mr. Cooper was locked in and we weren't going to let him forget it. Our moms buckled easy, once we promised to keep our life jackets on, and my dad was won over by Mr. Cooper's rationalizing, when he thought we were out of earshot, that a little time on the lake "might work the bitch out of 'em." I didn't appreciate being called a bitch, but I wasn't going. ”“And Elizaveta knows that?” Jocelyn asked.I nodded, “She acknowledged it when we talked to the Psych Resident at the hospital. She knows I would have married Angie if ... well, assuming the ‘real’ Angie is anything like the one I knew, which is an assumption I simply can’t make. Nobody knows what the ‘sane’ Angie is like when it comes to relationships. She had problems in High School, and before, and unless I am totally misunderstanding what Doctor Mercer and our Abnormal Psych textbook is. ‘It’s a busy lab.’ Rachel was majoring in genetics. She wanted to study genetic diseases and help find cures. It was kind of ironic, Rachel practically agoraphobic. Her biggest fear was other people. She didn’t like strangers. Huge crowds like the one she had just waded through were terrifying. The human genome was mapped out. This was a big thing in biology. Rachel felt her place was in genetic research. This was her belief since her father died twelve years earlier. She wanted to find a cure.