It now became imperative that he preserve the remaining fragments of the real Joe Watson, even if they existed only in his mind.It now became imperative that he preserve the remaining fragments of the real Joe Watson, even if they existed only in his mind. Not knowing what to do next, Joe dried himself, wrapped a robe around his body, and sat on the chaise lounge leafing through magazines. He was interrupted by the appearance of a grand-motherly matron. "Good morning. You must be Joseph. I am Mrs. Maxwell and I understand that we have our work cut out for us." CHAPTER 24 Joe brushed out his hair and applied some hair spray to hold the curls. |