Joe then slipped on a pair of low-heeled, well two inches seemed low to him now, navy pumps and was dressed.Joe then slipped on a pair of low-heeled, well two inches seemed low to him now, navy pumps and was dressed. Joe sprayed himself with his perfume and picked out some accessories as Mrs. Maxwell had taught him to coordinate; a ring, a watch, the gold locket with his picture in it as a man, a leather handbag to match his pumps, no earrings other than the permanent gold balls, and as a finishing touch, he folded and stuffed a red silk handkerchief into the breast pocket of his dress. Thus attired, and feeling no more self-conscious than he would have in a suit and tie over a year ago, Joe went to breakfast and his subsequent appointment with Dr. van Damme. Joe entered Dr. van Damme's office. "Won't you sit down Mr. Watson?" said Dr. van Damme. Joe sat in indicated chair, smoothing his dress under him, as he'd been trained. Dr. van Damme looked at the changed man in front of her, sitting primly with his nylon covered knees together and his hands folded over his purse in his lap. There was absolutely no evidence of the old Joe Watson in the sweet young thing before her. "It appears Mr. Watson that I have executed the terms of my contract with your wife. The only unanswered question is what do I do with you now?" Joe remained silent. It was crucial to the plan, that Dr. van Damme get Joe to approve of his future circumstances, he would then cooperate voluntarily, at least at first, afterwards was of no consequence. "Let's review your situation. We can return you to the United States, but what will you do? You can't return to being Joseph Watson, you don't look like him, you don't talk like him, your fingerprints are different, and you will even find that you can't remember crucial information like your social security number. |