conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Convenient Groom'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Convenient Groom
  She looked fragile and out of place in his expansive and dusty workshop, her short pants and white blouse immaculate, her black belt encircling her tiny waist. But then Kate always looked as if she'd been snapped straight from an ironing board.
  Lucas took a step toward her, then stopped, anchoring his hands in his pockets. "It's going to be okay." It felt lame but it was what he always told his baby sister, and it made Jamie feel better. Kate, however, was not Jamie.
  The metal chair creaked as she sank into it, the sound echoing in the quietness of the room. "That's not how everyone's going to see it."
  He reckoned she might be right about that. People could be judgmental, especially if the media put a nasty spin on it.
  Lucas didn't think it was possible. She had guests, a slew of media, and all the wedding fixings. Everything but the groom, and that was most important.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As they watched the opening, Kate's hands grew cold. Lucas's family's attention was rapt on the TV. She was the only reason they'd come. How easily they'd accepted her into their family, counting her as one of their own. Even Susan seemed to be giving her a chance. They couldn't be more supportive if it were Lucas on the show.
  The room got quiet as Dr. Phil mentioned her newlywed status. Kate felt her face heat, and Lucas set his hand on her shoulder. Kate sipped her coffee.
  The segment continued, going exactly as Kate remembered. Her makeup, which had seemed too heavy on the day of the show, looked natural under the lights, and the stylist had done a nice job with her hair.
  The phone rang, and Kate jumped up. "It's probably my publicist." She dashed to the kitchen and picked up. "Hello?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He withdrew his hand, and she immediately missed the comfort of his fingers. Why wasn't he touching her? Holding her? She needed comfort, daggonit!
  She rocked back and forth, soothing herself. Only it wasn't working. It wasn't working at all. She knew he was right. Something was terribly wrong. She could get by if Zac stayed with her. Couldn't she?
  She tried to block the thoughts, but the memories surfaced anyway. The antiseptic smell, the beeping of machines, the cold, sterile floor. And her mama, what was left of her, still and pale in the bed. He sounded put out. Like he didn't give a flying fig about what was happening to her. That she might have bleeding on the brain or drop dead in two minutes!
  He stood. "Come on now. There's no choice. Let's go." He scooped her up into his arms, frothy skirt and all. His grip was gentle enough, but he held her stiffly, carried her mechanically. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Maybe when she woke up, this nightmare would be over.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about winced, burning.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He withdrew his hand, and she immediately missed the comfort of his fingers. Why wasn't he touching her? Holding her? She needed comfort, daggonit!
  She rocked back and forth, soothing herself. Only it wasn't working. It wasn't working at all. She knew he was right. Something was terribly wrong. She could get by if Zac stayed with her. Couldn't she?
  She tried to block the thoughts, but the memories surfaced anyway. The antiseptic smell, the beeping of machines, the cold, sterile floor. And her mama, what was left of her, still and pale in the bed. 
  She winced at his harsh tone, her eyes burning. He sounded put out. Like he didn't give a flying fig about what was happening to her. That she might have bleeding on the brain or drop dead in two minutes!
  He stood. "Come on now. There's no choice. Let's go. " He scooped her up into his arms, frothy skirt and all. His grip was gentle enough, but he held her stiffly, carried her mechanically. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Maybe when she woke up, this nightmare would be over.