conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Audrey, Rose, Ivy entitled For Love of Audrey Rose.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: For Love of Audrey Rose: In 1964, a fiery car crash claimed the lives of Audrey Rose Hoover and her mother.\nEleven years later, Elliot Hoover, her father, believes he has found Audrey's reincarnated soul in the body of 10-year-old Ivy Templeton.\nWhen Ivy dies during a terrible hypnotic reenactment of Audrey's death throes, the Templetons are devastated and Elliot disappears.\nHowever, the question remains: If Audrey Rose returned as Ivy Templeton, who died in 1975—then, where is she now.\nJanice Templeton is determined to find the answer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: For Love of Audrey Rose
  On Friday evening, Bill telephoned. He sounded tired at first, then the confidence returned to his voice.
  Bill's voice changed, almost imperceptibly. Probably Janice was the only human being on the face of the earth who could have noticed it, or understood what it really meant.
  Janice reassured him, but he began to repeat himself. His voice grew weaker, and he pulled himself together, only to wish her good-night. Then he hung up. The apartment rang with silence.
  It was an apartment waiting for someone. But whether that someone would ever come, whether it could really start all over again, with even half a faith in living, remained to be seen. For the moment, Janice was content that Bill was coming home, and that Ivy had entered his thoughts once more, and that he was overcoming his guilt and fear.
  The next time she saw him, he was in a large room converted by the clinic to a kind of gymnasium. He was dressed in woolen pants with a drawstring, white slippers, and a gray sweatshirt, and he was pressing weights upward in rhythmic concentration.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dr. Geddes stood up and lit a cigarette. As the smoke curled up past his balding profile, he pressed a switch at the base of a coffee-maker and the machine began to gurgle. He stood without speaking during the entire duration of the process. At length black liquid trickled into a glass beaker, steam rose, and Dr. Geddes filled three cups. He carried two cups to Janice and Hoover.
  Hoover ignored his cup, studying Dr. Geddes with the same dispassionate, cool analysis with which Dr. Dr. Geddes slowly drank his coffee, and then he sat down again and turned to Janice.
  Dr. Geddes nodded, sipping his coffee slowly. An eternity of silence passed as he studied her. He no longer acknowledged Hoover in the seat next to Janice.
  Janice swallowed, found the courage to face Dr. Geddes, and leaned forward on the table until their faces were less than two feet apart.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Geddes, examined.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dr. Geddes stood up and lit a cigarette. As the smoke curled up past his balding profile, he pressed a switch at the base of a coffee-maker and the machine began to gurgle. He stood without speaking during the entire duration of the process. At length black liquid trickled into a glass beaker, steam rose, and Dr. Geddes filled three cups. He carried two cups to Janice and Hoover. 
  Hoover ignored his cup, studying Dr. Geddes with the same dispassionate, cool analysis with which Dr. Geddes examined him. Dr. Geddes slowly drank his coffee, and then he sat down again and turned to Janice. 
  Dr. Geddes nodded, sipping his coffee slowly. An eternity of silence passed as he studied her. He no longer acknowledged Hoover in the seat next to Janice. 
  Janice swallowed, found the courage to face Dr. Geddes, and leaned forward on the table until their faces were less than two feet apart.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Janice slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow lightly, so as not to interfere with the use he made of the cane. Hoover looked troubled, unable to articulate his thoughts.
  Janice said nothing, only held his arm. Jennie rolled down a small incline, arms flopping about in the sun. The sound of ducks echoed into the stand of trees, where the sun alternated with tall shadows alive with clouds of gnats in brilliant patches.
  Hot grass shimmered in brilliance. Janice looked uncertain, yet Hoover was sure that a dark, fatal search had come to an end. Jennie sensed it, and she ran ahead, chasing the circus.
  The asphalt softened under the hot sunlight. Des Artistes seemed to be a thousand miles beyond the dust and turbulence of the city. Janice and Elliot Hoover walked slowly through the willows. Nothing else mattered. Far away, the clarinet began a long, drooping solo, like sorrow soothed in the amber of delicate honey.