So anxious that I had to close the bedroom door, abandoning Zhou Xuan in the living room to warble alone. But still I paced - I was on the telephone after all. I flicked the rough finish of the walls with nervous fingers. "Yessir, four-zero-five-one, yes, yessir," just like Mom'd taught me. Six weeks out, though. No appointment 'til April 14. There's so much living to be done in the meantime that I can hardly imagine my life then. Motto: We'll see.