I_<br > She looked like Tuesday Weld， a lovely blonde with a slim<br >figure and a perfect nose， and she was really rich. Her name<br >was Anne Dale Owen， Annie to all her friends. She was every-<br >thing you hope for in a woman of exceptional means--lively，<br >beautiful， and different. Definitely different. In the course of<br >a few hours at her place in Houston late one night， she gave<br >me the whole Annie philosophy: how she had learned a lot<br >about patience and sensitivity from dogs; how， whenever she<br >was feeling down about her life， she went and sat next to<br >some old lady on the bus and found out what it was like to<br >really have problems; how she wished she were myopic be-<br >cause it s so sexy-looking; and how she would like to strike<br >the word should from the Er~lish language.<br >25<br ><br >