"I couldn’t quite hold her, hold her in my mind. But I wanted to hold her, hold her and more. . . ." His voice carried perfectly in the hush of the restaurant. Ice clicked against the side of a glass. Someone giggled. Someone else asked a whispered question in Japanese. "I decided that if I could visualize some part of her, only a small part, if I could see that part perfectly, in the most perfect detail. . . ."