conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Archer, Zebra-Striped, Hearse entitled The Zebra-Striped Hearse.. Start with the sentence 'The Zebra-Striped Hearse: Archer hunts a missing girl who may be dead, possibly murdered'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Zebra-Striped Hearse: Archer hunts a missing girl who may be dead, possibly murdered.\nStrictly speaking, Lew Archer is only supposed to dig up the dirt on a rich man's suspicious soon-to-be son-in-law.\nBut in no time at all Archer is following a trail of corpses from the citrus belt to Mazatlan.\nAnd then there is the gay zebra-striped hearse and its crew of beautiful, sunburned surfers, whose path seems to keep crossing the son-in-law's–and Archer's.\nHe questions the surfers, but to the youngsters, death is remote and funny.\nTo the world-weary detective, it's close and grim.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Zebra-Striped Hearse
  As if to illustrate this remark, a large masculine voice was raised in the outer room. I recognized it from Blackwell's telephone call. He said through the translucent glass door: "Isobel, are you in there?"
  She jumped as if lightning had struck her, not for the first time. Then she tried to make herself small.
  Her husband was fumbling at the door, his featureless shadow moving on the glass. "I wondered what you were up to when I saw your car in the parking lot. Isobel?"
  She didn't answer him. She moved to the window and looked out through the slatted blind over Sunset Boulevard, She was very slim and tense against the striated light. I suppose my protective instinct was aroused. I opened the door a foot or so and slid out into the waiting room and closed the door behind me.
  It was my first meeting with Colonel Blackwell. His phone call the day before had been our only contact. I'd looked him up afterward and learned that he was a Regular Army officer who had retired soon after the war from an undistinguished career.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A man stepped out of the trees. He had the stubborn thick-bodied presence of an old cop. The three of us went inside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Arnie, Jim, Hanna, introduced.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A man stepped out of the trees. He had the stubborn thick-bodied presence of an old cop. Arnie introduced him as Jim Hanna, one of his men. The three of us went inside.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She brought her fists together and broke an invisible thing. Then her arms fell limp at her sides. Her eyes went sleepy. I thought for a minute she was going to fall, but she caught herself and faced me in a kind of shaky somnambulistic defiance.
  Her chin pressed down onto her chest. "Yes. I put him in somebody else's car for safekeeping. I gave him up, and I'm glad I did. At least my little brother is all right." It was a question.
  She shook her head, and began to shiver more violently. I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her toward the door. It opened, filling with the red sunset. The beggar woman appeared in it, black as a cinder in the blaze.
  The beggar held out her hands to us as we passed. I gave her money again. I had nothing to give Harriet. We went out into the changing light and started to walk up the dry riverbed of the road.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: We went out into the changing light and started to walk up the dry riverbed of the road.. I had nothing to give Harriet. I gave her money again.
  The beggar held out her hands to us as we passed. The beggar woman appeared in it, black as a cinder in the blaze. It opened, filling with the red sunset. I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her toward the door.
  She shook her head, and began to shiver more violently." It was a question. At least my little brother is all right. I gave him up, and I'm glad I did. I put him in somebody else's car for safekeeping. "Yes.
  Her chin pressed down onto her chest. I thought for a minute she was going to fall, but she caught herself and faced me in a kind of shaky somnambulistic defiance. Her eyes went sleepy. Then her arms fell limp at her sides.She brought her fists together and broke an invisible thing